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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
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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.