Drake didn't know anything about what he was feeling. He in truth wanted to consult someone about it, but it would make him a laughing stock of the demon world if he did it. No. He'd rather read. His thoughts were coming together, settling him down so he wasn't so overwhelmed. When Kane's hands slid through his wet hair, he moaned around the mouthful of cock. Leaning back some, he sucked on one of his fingers before he slid it back along Kane's perineum as he shuffled closer. Dimitri got at an angle where he could get all of Kane down his throat. With a wicked glint in his eyes, the demon worked his finger into his ass, his throat convulsing around the thick cock.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he found Kane's prostate, and once he found that little bump, he tortured him with pulses and strokes while continuing to swallow around his dick. Dimitri respected Kane, as well as feared him some. He owed him much, and now he was reliant on his blood. Dimitri wasn't hungry, but he wanted to test the waters some. His bite could be pleasurable, and there was no way in all of hell he would ever even<i>think </i>about biting his dick off. Dimitri's fangs slowly descended, piercing the blood-filled organ with a gentle slide that would feel like silk running along his skin, followed by more pleasure than Kane had possibly felt before. Well, that was the goal anyway.