[The temptation to lash out is strong, and even as Makoto holds the base of his dick, he lurches forward suddenly once the stimulation has stopped as Makoto moves to take his own shirt off. It's only his voice, his own name being said that gets him to stop just as suddenly, as if frozen in a spell.
Makoto is speaking, and Kazuya huffs breathes as he does, his voice so far away in his head that it takes him a moment to actually realize what it is he's saying. He blinks once. Twice, as the words connect to their meanings. Makoto is allowing him to bite him in return. To potentially inflict the same wounds he had done on him, and there's a part of him that laughs, cruel and wicked, because Makoto has no way to stop him if that's what he wanted to do anyway, and that simply by saying it he's allowing the illusion of it being his own decision of whether or not Kazuya does.
It's the other part of him that startles back as it thinks that, because Makoto is his friend. There's trust between them, and that much is obvious with how he's allowed and encouraged Makoto's ferocious behaviour that he simply wouldn't allow from anyone else. Still, his teeth ache at the allowance, and he wants to bite him, to tear into him as ferociously and-
Kazuya's hands move, pulling Makoto against him as he presses their foreheads together once more. If Makoto's eyes are near incandescent, than Kazuya's are glowing themselves, a red hot ember that's waiting to spark into a violent, all consuming wildfire.
All it needs is the right breeze.]
Can I mark you?
[His voice is quiet and rough as he shares in the other demons breath. If Makoto doesn't want him to, he wont. If Makoto is content with bites and only bites, that's also fine, and whatever damage he inflicts, he'll heal. He might say he doesn't heal like Kazuya does, but Kazuya is the Overlord, and with it, he has a wellspring of magic at his fingertips. He could tear Makoto's throat out like he'd done to him, spray his blood and paint the room with it and then heal it back as if it had been nothing, and he'd be lying if he said the thought wasn't appealing.
These are the dark wants, the dark urges he keeps tamped down, hidden away behind an unassuming guise. The last thing he really wants to do is feed them lest they grown, but maybe... If he does it here, where there isn't as much risk, then they'll just be satiated for a bit.]
🔞 cw: fucked up demons, honestly.
Makoto is speaking, and Kazuya huffs breathes as he does, his voice so far away in his head that it takes him a moment to actually realize what it is he's saying. He blinks once. Twice, as the words connect to their meanings. Makoto is allowing him to bite him in return. To potentially inflict the same wounds he had done on him, and there's a part of him that laughs, cruel and wicked, because Makoto has no way to stop him if that's what he wanted to do anyway, and that simply by saying it he's allowing the illusion of it being his own decision of whether or not Kazuya does.
It's the other part of him that startles back as it thinks that, because Makoto is his friend. There's trust between them, and that much is obvious with how he's allowed and encouraged Makoto's ferocious behaviour that he simply wouldn't allow from anyone else. Still, his teeth ache at the allowance, and he wants to bite him, to tear into him as ferociously and-
Kazuya's hands move, pulling Makoto against him as he presses their foreheads together once more. If Makoto's eyes are near incandescent, than Kazuya's are glowing themselves, a red hot ember that's waiting to spark into a violent, all consuming wildfire.
All it needs is the right breeze.]
Can I mark you?
[His voice is quiet and rough as he shares in the other demons breath. If Makoto doesn't want him to, he wont. If Makoto is content with bites and only bites, that's also fine, and whatever damage he inflicts, he'll heal. He might say he doesn't heal like Kazuya does, but Kazuya is the Overlord, and with it, he has a wellspring of magic at his fingertips. He could tear Makoto's throat out like he'd done to him, spray his blood and paint the room with it and then heal it back as if it had been nothing, and he'd be lying if he said the thought wasn't appealing.
These are the dark wants, the dark urges he keeps tamped down, hidden away behind an unassuming guise. The last thing he really wants to do is feed them lest they grown, but maybe... If he does it here, where there isn't as much risk, then they'll just be satiated for a bit.]