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17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠
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Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.
Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.
Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.
Determination and adaptability.
I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.
What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.
…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.
Wine
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
…Neither
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…
.05 TITS OR ASS
Depends
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Either
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both have their place, I think…
INTJ-T
🔞 vore, cannibalism, blood
His whole body shivers as he cums, shudders against Makoto and lets his hips jerk shakily into his hand, only to slow and relax a few seconds later.
Whatever this was, it was intense. Something that sent not just pleasant little waves though his body, but through his brain as well. The satisfaction he feels is whole, though he tries not to slacken too much. He's on top of Makoto, and though he's feather light, he still doesn't want to-
It's a belated realization. Makoto hasn't yet come himself. Hasn't yet let go to that same high Kazuya has, and his hand scrambles down between them, attempting to fist around the other Demon's cock so he can beat him off in turn.]
🔞 cannibalism mention
and then he climaxes in a rush, all at once, cock hot and throbbing as he cums in his hand. makoto can’t manage to fully suppress a small gasp; he bites his lip, concentrating, even though what every fiber of his being screams out for him to do is to take himself in his own hand and finish himself off so they can come together—he’s so close he doesn’t think it would take much at all. not doing so, forcing himself to wait just a little longer… it elicits an ache inside of him that’s painful in an altogether different way.
he starts a little as kazuya, slumped against him, realizes this inequity as well. he squirms, stammering, ) W - Wai—aaaahh, ( the protest tearing away into an almost anguished moan as kazuya’s fingers wrap around his cock—he has to quickly reach down to grab the other demon’s wrist, hand shaking, arm shaking, every muscle in his body feeling like it’s strung taut in this precipitous moment. he looks up to kazuya through long eyelashes made heavy with dewy moisture, and his voice squeaks in a way he finds horribly embarrassing before he finally manages to explain, ) I - I want to, too—leave a mark. Can you make it so that I can? I, ( he breathes a ragged breath; somewhere deep inside of him there’s a part of him that’s desperate enough to beg, to say please, but his ironclad pride throttles it, smothering it in its crib, ) I don’t want to come until then…
( because, yes, before he had torn into kazuya’s flesh with nothing but teeth and desire and hunger, but whatever injury he might have left there was already gone—and the scar he had torn anew had been left by someone else. he wants one that he knows is his, and he wants it so badly that his cock throbs in kazuya’s hand at the mention of it, at the thought of it; his grip on kazuya’s wrist tightening, he has to once again bite his lip, this time hard enough to draw blood, to keep himself focused on that, because he knows he will come all that much harder if he’s scarred him in a way that’s all his own. )
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It takes him a second or two to process the words. He wants to leave a mark. Kazuya nods, slowly, pulling his hand away as his chest heaves with the exertion of everything that's just happened despite the fact he doesn't need to breathe anymore. It's reflex, mostly, and he pulls himself the rest of the way away, moving so that he's laying parallel to the other demon who's desires aren't so different from his own.
Kazuya licks his lips, a slow thrum of apprehension in his gut, though it's mostly outclassed by the intensity of the orgasm just experienced.]
Where did you want...?
[He has to know where it is to focus his magic, because there's no way he'd be able to manage something full body like that right now, and he's not sure he wants to, after the experience of having his throat torn out.
Not that it was entirely terrible. It had been more... enticing than he'd thought it might be.]
🔞 cannibalism/vore again...
where… thought slowly churns through his mind, inhibited and distracted by near-overwhelming feeling of having stopped himself so close to the edge. it would certainly be a statement to mark kazuya somewhere visible, but it also seems something too forward to impress so early upon him. the young demon inches infinitesimally closer to him, neck bent so that his forehead rests just against the notch between his clavicles. his lips press to skin just beneath that spot with feather lightness, mouthing over to the side until he finds a place beneath the line of his clavicle but several inches above his heart. )
Here, ( he manages in a hoarse sound scarcely above a whisper; everything inside of him screams to bite into him now, but he forces himself to wait. it’s almost as painful as holding himself at the precipice of orgasm. he continues, gritting, ) …Let me know when.
( and he waits, though only just enough. the second kazuya gives him indication that he and his magic are ready, makoto lurches forward with a half-gasp of breath, blunt, human teeth driving into skin with violent, reckless abandon. the precision with which he tears away flesh from his body is a type that is practiced; he moans throatily into the wound as blood rushes up from it, around a mouthful that he savors with a fevered sort of ecstacy before swallowing. it’s at the same moment that he reaches out to kazuya’s hand to pull it back to his cock, all at once going from so little sensation to so much that it’s almost overwhelming in conjunction with the meat that slides down his throat. really, kazuya barely needs to pump his hand a few times before makoto hits his own climax shortly after swallowing, content in his internal perception of the shallow wound he’d left to scar on the other demon—he presses as close as he possibly can to kazuya in that moment, every line of muscle in his body drawn tense enough to snap, before the heat in his cock seems to focus into one final pulse, and he cums, hard, into the space between them. a harsh-sounding cry is torn out of him in the same moment before he collapses, half into the bed and half against kazuya.
though, in the eddying haze of his orgasm, feeling the occasional spasm and shudder of muscle beneath skin slick with sweat, blood, and semen, he forces his eyes open to watch that kazuya does as he’d said: that he manages to preserve the wound as a scar. something all of makoto’s own that he would keep forever. )
vore, vore never changes
So yes, Kazuya makes another noise as he's torn into, something that's a half grunt, half whimper as he strokes Makoto while trying to focus his magic and trying to not falter in either because it takes effort on both accounts. To stem the flow of the stasis of his body, to prevent smooth, even healing as it would like, to force a new normal on it.
One he hopes will stay. Maybe like he can make Makoto stay pressed against him, arm and unused hand coming up to grip and pull him against his body. Yes, there's a wound there, mangled and bitten flesh knitted together roughly. One that's still bleeding, even as it's forced to heal slower.]
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after the flow of blood stops, he lies there against kazuya, his heart and breathing gradually slowing to a normal rate. heat ebbs and leaves his skin, leaving ripples of gooseflesh to dance across its surface as sweat cools to leave him feeling slightly chilly—but only slightly.
it’s always in the absence of the heat and rush and thrill of passion that sense begins to seep back into makoto. worry. concern. doubt and fear. thinking back on all that had happened, he feels as though he shouldn’t have any reason—everything that they’d done, kazuya had agreed to, participated in himself even—but still, anxiety hounds him. after a long moment of trying to decide how to ask whether or not his friend would find him disgusting for what he had done, he decides to instead ask in a small and questing tone of voice, ) So… was that what you had in mind, when you asked me about trying this sort of thing…?
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[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.
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I didn’t plan on doing more than that. ( he frowns, and he continues in a low grumble, ) You just—tasted so good… It just sort of happened.
( his blood heats under his face, but it’s only in embarrassment. he continues to insistently hide his face.
but his curiosity drives him more than the tattered remains of his human feeling of shame at the moment. ) Was… there any part of it that you enjoyed? And, I mean—not just getting off on it, ( since there’s at least a moderate amount of physical evidence to show that both of them had gotten off on it enough, ) but did you like it, personally?
( there’s a distinction to makoto. sure, he’d gotten off when he lost his virginity to fjord, but it’s not as though he’d ever want to replay the specifics as to how that happened—he’d hated everything about it. it’s just not something that he wants to make any erroneous assumptions about for kazuya. )
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[That's something he hadn't expected to hear. That he'd apparently tasted good. He wonders what part of him constitutes tasting good. Is it his own lowered version of Magnetite? Or is it in turn the part of Weiss he's been feeding off of since their contract that makes him taste good in turn? They say you are what you eat, after all.
Though maybe it also might just be the taste of the other Bel's, in that case, though he can't particularly say any of them had been enjoyable to absorb, but maybe that's because he hadn't actually become a demon yet either. Plenty to ponder on, and no answers in sight, it seems. Which is fine, because Makoto asks him another question that seems... A bit silly. Did he enjoy it? What had happened? In his mind the answer is a very clear "Duh, obviously" considering that he had gotten off to it. He wouldn't have gotten off to it if he hadn't, right?
That doesn't seem to be the answer the younger demon is fishing for, however, so he takes a few silent seconds to ponder it.]
I enjoyed all of it. But I think my favourite part was seeing how much you enjoyed yourself? Knowing that you were getting so much out of what you were doing to me was... Really hot. Not that the biting wasn't, or even when I was biting you too, but it's more that watching your face and just how into it you were, how eager you were was what I liked most.
[Only this dumbass would admit that he liked being consumed.]
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( there’s a dreaminess in the murmured admission; he can’t say why either, but that’s simply the case. typically flavor doesn’t have much influence on his kink—for the most part, in his experience, flesh and blood just taste like flesh and blood, though offal and other organs can be a bit different. he had admitted frankly to J that he had started to tire of the taste after having eaten around half of his body; he had resorted to things like soy sauce and ponzu to provide a little more interest in that arena. he isn’t sure if that would be the case with kazuya. could he tire of eating someone who had such bizarre sweetness to their blood?
makoto is tense, and the two are far too close for it to be something he can hide. he waits, and when kazuya answers, his breath catches in his throat. he moves a little bit so he can look up to kazuya rather than hide his face away, brows knitting together as he tries to grapple with the sort of reply to this he’d never even considered he might receive. )
Really? You—even though I… ( he stumbles over his words far more than kazuya did in his explanation, something like three or four or more years’ worth of steadily-accumulating fears and anxieties forming trip-wires in his throat. he blushes fiercely, the tips of his ears burning red-hot.
he tries to find a different way to phrase it that hopefully wouldn’t be received as obvious or annoying. ) I-I just always thought that others would be grossed out by it, though—I didn’t really expect you to want to do it as well. ( his arms tighten around kazuya’s waist. ) I thought I wouldn’t really like it if it were done to me, but… it was really thrilling, and I was really excited when I noticed that you seemed to like it too…
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[Since they'd agreed on "biting" and "Maybe blood", and not "Active Consumption of Each other". He's been chewed on by plenty of demons as of very recently, and while now he gets to add Makoto to the list, he can safely put him in the list that contains only him of people he'd enjoyed getting consumed by.
Funny, that.]
I think it's more the context of it that I like? Because I can trust you to not go too far, or stop if I asked. Even though you were really into it, you seemed like... You were careful about it.
[It's the only way he can describe it, honestly. That even Makoto, absolutely delirious with want and desire and a need to consume, was still careful to not take too much or go further than Kazuya thinks he might have been ready for.
Though it's not like he'd been ready to be eaten like he was to begin with either.]
And... It's weird, but it's I'm not grossed out by it. Weird in the way that it's kind of novel, I guess?
[It's so hard to describe how he feels about something that's only happened once, and has just happened at that. He hasn't had any time to ruminate on it! Or pick apart his feelings on the matter.
His hand idly moves, rubbing Makoto's back as he holds him close.]
I don't think I'd mind doing it again, with you.
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but, then again, it’s at least nice to see that effort recognized. he nods slowly, glancing away. ) Yeah, I… I was trying to be.
( perhaps he might not have been able to hold himself back if he hadn’t been so afraid of pushing too far and alienating himself from the first friend he’d made here. it’s not as though he had ever engaged in self-control when he was contracted to J, but he has done so in other arenas of his life. curtailing and attempting to contain his more violent impulses has become almost second-nature, regardless of the ones that still manage to bubble up to the surface.
he breathes in, then the breathes out—he doesn’t speak up to reply, as if doing so would shatter what he perceives as an incredibly fragile moment of potential understanding. he has to remind himself that this was a desire that kazuya was seemingly unaware of up until this moment. he’s not like how makoto had been, on one level or another craving to consume someone for years before he had actually managed to do so with J. he doesn’t want to push him. he should have time to think through it and come to his own understanding of it. he can only hope that, with that, comes some appreciation—some willingness…
it’s as he’s thinking this that kazuya admits that such a hope is not only unfounded but confirmed far sooner than makoto might have thought. his gaze flies back to his friend’s face, wide-eyed and a little wild, more dumbfounded than over-eager (though it’s not to say there’s no bright eagerness there…). ) Are you sure? ( he stumbles over the words, having to take a moment to reconstitute himself before continuing, ) I mean, you—you don’t have to decide something like that right now. You can think about it. But, um… ( the grasp of his hands tighten; the dull half-moons of his short fingernails dig plaintively into skin. ) If you wanted to do it again… I would. However you might want to try it.
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There will come a point where they will need a shower, yes. But right now Kazuya gets to bask in an affectionate afterglow, which makes him all that much more ameanable to what it is that Makoto says.]
I don't need to think about it.
[And it's a little strange that Makoto would tell him to? As far as he's concerned, he enjoyed it. Maybe the pain wasn't the best part about it, but everything else? That he's alright with.
He noses against the top of Makoto's head like an overly affectionate animal.]
Maybe next time we can just have ground rules? After that, then I'm fine with just about everything.
[There are, naturally, certain places he does not care for Makoto to tear into, even with his incredible healing factor.]
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perhaps makoto expects kazuya to second-guess. it’s a foolish sort of thought because there’s no evidence for it, but he’s just not used to things… going well. his life has been such a steady and torturous progression of terrible experiences that he’s always in the position of waiting for the other shoe to drop. it would take a lot of time of others telling him that that’s not the case and slowly letting him realize the truth of it for himself.
for now, he huffs a small, slightly cynical laugh to himself, but says nothing. or, at least, not until he has to grouse, ) “Fine with just about everything” isn’t “ground rules.”
( those are two opposing concepts, kazuya!! though, if it’s something like “don’t bite my dick off,” that’s pretty valid. makoto wouldn’t want kazuya biting his off either, thank-you-very-much.
but, whatever. they have time (apparently infinite??) to figure all of that out. for now, he’s content to momentarily bask in the warm feeling of awe at the miracle of finding a friend who might actually accept him for all the parts of what he is—even those left largely unseen and unspoken of. )
Alright. We can talk about it later.