[Makoto isn't the only one who tastes blood, though it's his own, Kazuya finally gets a taste of it for the first time since he's become a demon. It's not the metalic tang he'd once tasted after being pierced through, the blood burbling up his throat form his insides, coating the back of his throat heavy in it's taste. This is different. Something pleasant, he finds as he licks the inside of his split lip reflexively when Makoto pulls away, and nearly, nearly he even manages to say something about it before Makoto's tongue caresses the rapidly closing wound he'd inflicted.
He manages a soft sound, something that almost sounds like a chuckle at how intense he is about it, about wanting a taste, about wanting more. There's real heat between them in that moment, intense and fierce and predatory in a way that he thought he might take issue with, but finds that no, in this context it's pleasant. Even as his hair is yanked, his throat forcefully bared, Makoto won't find any sort of resistance; only encouragement as Kazuya tilts his head more, offers more of himself to the teeth and tongue that graze and nip along his jaw. The mouthing of his throat though, so vulnerable and exposed, has him swallow reflexively, anticipation bubbling in his gut, roiling hotly in his blood.
If he bites there, there will be a mess regardless of how fast he can heal.
But he doesn't, and he's almost disappointed, fingers griping and fisting into the other demons clothes as a frown tugs on his lips.
Not that it lasts long, because he moves, sinks his teeth in deep into the side of his neck and Kazuya can't help the loud cry he makes as it happens. It stings, it burns, and somehow, he wasn't expecting, despite everything previous. The last thing he wants though is for Makoto to stop, to think that maybe this was too much too fast, because while it is, and it's jarring and painful, it's also pleasant in a way he doesn't yet have the words to explain, especially coupled with how Makoto forces himself against him, leaving little room to move, and a rapidly growing heat between them.
His left hand moves quickly, almost like he's afraid of Makoto pulling away as he presses it to the back of the other demons neck, holding him in place in encouragement to continue to bite and break skin, to sink his teeth deeper if he wants.
(If he knew, if he knew that Makoto wanted to tear chunks out of him to consume, he'd readily let him. Kazuya wants to learn, to experience everything it is that Makoto might offer him.) ]
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He manages a soft sound, something that almost sounds like a chuckle at how intense he is about it, about wanting a taste, about wanting more. There's real heat between them in that moment, intense and fierce and predatory in a way that he thought he might take issue with, but finds that no, in this context it's pleasant. Even as his hair is yanked, his throat forcefully bared, Makoto won't find any sort of resistance; only encouragement as Kazuya tilts his head more, offers more of himself to the teeth and tongue that graze and nip along his jaw. The mouthing of his throat though, so vulnerable and exposed, has him swallow reflexively, anticipation bubbling in his gut, roiling hotly in his blood.
If he bites there, there will be a mess regardless of how fast he can heal.
But he doesn't, and he's almost disappointed, fingers griping and fisting into the other demons clothes as a frown tugs on his lips.
Not that it lasts long, because he moves, sinks his teeth in deep into the side of his neck and Kazuya can't help the loud cry he makes as it happens. It stings, it burns, and somehow, he wasn't expecting, despite everything previous. The last thing he wants though is for Makoto to stop, to think that maybe this was too much too fast, because while it is, and it's jarring and painful, it's also pleasant in a way he doesn't yet have the words to explain, especially coupled with how Makoto forces himself against him, leaving little room to move, and a rapidly growing heat between them.
His left hand moves quickly, almost like he's afraid of Makoto pulling away as he presses it to the back of the other demons neck, holding him in place in encouragement to continue to bite and break skin, to sink his teeth deeper if he wants.
(If he knew, if he knew that Makoto wanted to tear chunks out of him to consume, he'd readily let him. Kazuya wants to learn, to experience everything it is that Makoto might offer him.) ]