Dimitreaus hadn't really meant much by it. It was just simply the truth. He was a talker during sex, it seemed. And Kane pulled him apart every single time. To the point that he was clearly spouting out nonsensical things. No, he would never admit to being Kane's. He was just so weakened, and so aroused. He inhaled sharply and glared down at him. "You wouldn't dare," he hissed, one hand curling through his orange tipped hair. The other had balled up into a tightly clenched fist. The three fingers moving in and out had him lost for a few moments, just moaning and cursing Kane. Finally he licked his lips and glared at him.<br/><br/>"I don't, but you and I both know that. We also both know you love putting me out of my mind." His hips arched and he cried out. Damn him. "So don't you dare stop," he nearly screamed at him. As usual, he was feisty, demanding, slowly falling apart. Things were just coming out of his mouth, because in this state of his mind and how vulnerable he was, there was just no filter. Well, there was also the growing emotions inside him. Emotions he didn't dwell upon cause he figured they would all be gone when his curse came back. He wasn't even sure how this one-sided thing went, and furthermore, Dimitraeus just didn't want to<i>think.</i>