It felt good to pull pleasure out of Kane. Dimitri wanted to please him. Wanted to take and give. But it wasn't love. It was more like possession. Lust and passion. He felt boneless as Kane brought him upright. His eyes fluttered at the demon's closeness, intoxicated by his presence. He shuddered. A groan escaped him, and Dimitri grabbed Kane's shoulders and let his head fall back. His eyes were red and tear stained. His face and neck were also red, just like his ass, which ached deliciously. His proclamation made him moan again. "I-I," he stammered, followed by a loud cry when Kane pushed against his prostate with his fingers. Had it been this sensitive before? He cursed and raked his nails down Kane's chest, drawing blood. He learned down to lick it up.<br/><br/>More sounds escaped him as Kane tortured his prostate. His command was resolute, and Dimitri had no room left to fight him. He pulled up and away from him, shifting to turn around and crawl onto the bed. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips, then leaned down onto his forearms. Dimitreaus was so utterly exposed. Kane's torment on his prostate had him hard once more. He couldn't fathom how he could feel so much pleasure. "Fuck...Kane," was all he could utter. It wasn't in his nature to submit, but when Kane broke him down a second time with all this pleasure it was hard to deny him anything. "Fuck. Use me. Mark me. I want your big cock inside. God damn I don't know why but I want you."