[It's funny that those are the words that Makoto chooses to say to him before the kiss. Almost as if he's mocking Kazuya for letting his guard down so often, for falling victim to this place so often. Mocking, but not rude. Or at least, not the sneering kind of rude that'd look down on him for what happens.
Maybe Kazuya uses the food as an excuse. A way to explain away behaviour that he might not otherwise have exhibited before. Sure, he'd been physically affectionate with people before, but never to this extent. Never to strangers like he is here, and whether or not it can solely be blamed on the drugs or the resort or just his new nature in general... Well. He honestly has no care to find out. His left hand comes up, caressing Makoto's cheek in turn as their lips meet, thumb brushing over his cheek.
The aprehension that had sat in his gut is replaced now. A giddiness that he can't explain, an urge to pull and tug and, perhaps, just like Makoto himself, consume. Moderation is what's needed between them, perhaps, but it's not what's given. Where Makoto is slow, lets his tongue sweep against his lower lip in a way that sends chills down his spine, Kazuya is more intent. Like a damn being burst, his other hand finds it's way to Makoto's hip, pulling him with intent as he presses back against the kiss, parts his lips to let his tongue sweep over the other demons as his eyes turn from their placid blue to their hellish red.
More than anything, he wants Makoto. Wants him to know that, wants whatever sort of affection he'll give. Whether that's a tender touch of his tongue like he's done now, or a harsh bite that draws blood. Kazuya only pulls away briefly, once he's had a taste.]
Then I'm glad that right now you want to do this with me.
[It's not a lie, and not meant to be some smooth, suave comment. It's genuine, and he bumps his forehead against Makoto's like an overly affectionate cat before his lips are back on him again, hungry and searching for more, for anything he might be willing to offer, to give to him.]
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Maybe Kazuya uses the food as an excuse. A way to explain away behaviour that he might not otherwise have exhibited before. Sure, he'd been physically affectionate with people before, but never to this extent. Never to strangers like he is here, and whether or not it can solely be blamed on the drugs or the resort or just his new nature in general... Well. He honestly has no care to find out. His left hand comes up, caressing Makoto's cheek in turn as their lips meet, thumb brushing over his cheek.
The aprehension that had sat in his gut is replaced now. A giddiness that he can't explain, an urge to pull and tug and, perhaps, just like Makoto himself, consume. Moderation is what's needed between them, perhaps, but it's not what's given. Where Makoto is slow, lets his tongue sweep against his lower lip in a way that sends chills down his spine, Kazuya is more intent. Like a damn being burst, his other hand finds it's way to Makoto's hip, pulling him with intent as he presses back against the kiss, parts his lips to let his tongue sweep over the other demons as his eyes turn from their placid blue to their hellish red.
More than anything, he wants Makoto. Wants him to know that, wants whatever sort of affection he'll give. Whether that's a tender touch of his tongue like he's done now, or a harsh bite that draws blood. Kazuya only pulls away briefly, once he's had a taste.]
Then I'm glad that right now you want to do this with me.
[It's not a lie, and not meant to be some smooth, suave comment. It's genuine, and he bumps his forehead against Makoto's like an overly affectionate cat before his lips are back on him again, hungry and searching for more, for anything he might be willing to offer, to give to him.]