[The grip firms up, and Kazuya huffs another small sound for it, inhales sharply next to his neck and breathing in the scent of want wafting off of him heavily. It's encouraging, this slow pace. Even if it's maddening. He's ready for the clawing, for the biting marks that one might find from another demon, but Kazuya also knows that Basil won't do that sort of thing for him. Or won't yet.]
You won't.
[He breathes softly.]
Did you want to get me off before we start?
[Because there's more. So much more he wants from him.]
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