Dimitri groaned when Kane let him roll over onto his back. His eyes were glazed over and glowing, but they were still amethyst, not red. The glamour was completely gone; it was something that just almost felt natural. He didn't have to hide himself around the other. If anything Kane demanded him to be vulnerable. The promises, the temptation. He moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Kane's neck, giving into the kiss, giving into anything and everything. "<i>Yes,</i>" he groaned against his mouth, then shrieked when Kane forced every inch of himself into his tight hole. He'd wanted it this way, rough, angry, possessive. And the way Kane fucked him was wild and hot.<br/><br/>He cried out with every thrust, his legs spread wide and folded against his chest. The pain, the pleasure, that monster of a cock pushing in and out at such a torturous pace. It took only moments before he was hard again, cock leaking. His head fell back and his eyes rolled. "Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Make me yours. Yes Kane. Oh...fuck." He called out, his hands digging into Kane's arms, and he screamed again when the other bit down on his throat. His neck was riddled with marks, his skin permeating with Kane's scent. It felt so good. So unimaginably delicious. He keened and rocked his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Yes. Mark me. Yes." He cursed and muttered nonsensical things, whimpering every time Kane pulled almost all the way out only to scream when he pushed back in. More filth left his mouth, but he was so gone he didn't even realize what he was saying.