Dimitraeus let out a raw sound when Kane gripped him. The strength the other possessed was erotic as hell, and he couldn't help but be drawn to that. Honestly he was bigger than most houses, though that wasn't including war forms. Lucifer was easily the biggest of them all when he was in his war form, but no one wanted to go around wearing that 24/7. No, Kane was just big. He had such a monster of a cock that he could feel every inch of him so deeply. It was so obscene he could even feel him in his lower abdomen, though Kane hadn't quite gotten into his colon or lower intestines, but he was pretty fucking close. Then there was his sheer strength to hold up his tall, lithe figure. Then Kane wasn't moving, and he whimpered at how oversensitive he was. Even though he could feel pleasure, the pain was something he was so utterly familiar with that it wasn't something he could complain about.<br/><br/>In response to his words, Dimitri could only shudder and groan some more as he was pulled back, on his fucking cock, to the bed. His eyes rolled shut and he cried out when Kane's cock jarred deep inside him when they landed on the bed. The slap jarred him, made him glare over his shoulder, though it was more playful than angry. His tails flicked out of the way, and it took everything he had not to rip the damn pendant off so he could get them, and his ears, out of the way. The said appendages were still flat on his skull, his whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. The euphoria he felt was so much. Leaning forward some, he braced himself on Kane's powerful thighs as he slid up before slamming back down on Kane's rigid length. Another cry tore from his mouth, though he flinched only slightly when Kane touched his scars. They were not something he was proud of, or enjoyed having touched. At least, not that he allowed himself to feel. Sure his skin was sensitive, but again he was used to pain, so Kane's fingers were a jarring sensation against them. When Kane whispered the compliment, his face flushed, and he was glad his head wasn't facing his. Dimitraeus didn't really see himself as beautiful. He just survived, and was a wretched creature because of it.<br/><br/>But right now all he wanted was as much pleasure as he could get from the 2nd house head. Each thrust that he made on top caused some sort of lewd sound to escape, followed by curses and more filth as his spent cock once against stirred at the attention of pain mixed with pleasure.