On his knees. How the fuck did he end up on his knees? He never knelt for anyone except Lucifer. Yet here he was, staring up at him with lust pouring off of him in waves. He choked on a sound, a cross between a moan and affirmation. In all honesty Kane had never lied to him, and while he still didn't know why Kane wanted Jasaiah, he couldn't find it in him to care right now. When Kane stroked his cheek, his eyes rolled back in his skull and the front of his pants were bulging with his erection, damp from precum. This was twice now, in nearly as many weeks, that Kane had aroused him so much. Though last time he had more control. The blood loss this time was not making anything easy. But it was more than that. With all his powers, his curse, everything, somehow Kane was turning him on more than he had literally ever felt in his life.<br/><br/>When Kane grew demonic in nature, he shuddered. His pupils were still blown, and he was completely at Kane's mercy. They'd have to figure out why or how later. He was panting hard, and undid his pants, wriggling out of them before he undid his shirt and tossed it away, too. Then he leaned forward, his hands shaking now that he touched Kane. Dimitri literally couldn't speak. It was like he'd been pumped full of the strongest aphrodisiac out there, but he just didn't know. He should be enraged, should be fighting this, but he couldn't bring himself to. Undoing Kane's sexy jeans (fuck he really thought he was sexy), he pulled them down. The demon's musk filled his senses and he groaned again. His fangs ached, and he ached for more. Being denied pleasure for hundreds of years, to be exposed now so beyond a chemical reaction..."Jasaiah is in Seattle. I left him to die, but he's not. I don't know where he is now." His voice was hoarse and raspy. Dimitri closed his eyes, hating himself right now. His cock was leaking all over the floor. He was so aroused. He placed a kiss on Kane's gorgeous cock, wanting it down his throat, but he was so hungry. He wasn't about to bite Kane's dick. Instead he nuzzled in against his thigh, finding his femoral artery. Glowing red eyes peered up at Kane while he ran his fangs down his flesh. Opening his mouth wide, Dimitri sunk his canines into the vein, moaning as the rich blood flooded his mouth. For some ungodly reason his blood was the best he felt he'd ever had. And Kane wouldn't feel an ounce of pain.