Not even remotely.

[But it comes with a good natured, breathy and tired laugh and Kazuya pulling Makoto tighter against him with an accompanying soft sigh of contentment. No, never in his wildest dreams or imagination did he ever consider that maybe he might like not just being bitten, but readily consumed, and to consume in turn. It's a part of him he'll think about later, over how much of that is him, and how much it might be his new nature, but in this moment it doesn't really matter, satisfied as it was.

It's also relieving that he could indulge in something like that in the first place without any actual fear of real harm or judgment. After all, Makoto was a demon too, and one who had also indulged in swallowing down mouthfuls of Kazuya's own flesh. Something the other Bel's in him rage and rally against, but he feels too content to pay them any sort of mind. Being Makoto's glorified chew toy hadn't been a terrible experience, especially seeing how into it the other demon had been. How lost in the fervent heat of it all he'd become.]

I know I kind of encouraged it, but I really only thought you'd bite hard enough to draw blood and stop there. I'm glad you didn't.