Being touched by those warm hands felt nice, especially against the chill of the air working to cool his own skin.  He still had the warmth of his new garden’s blood circulating through him, as well as Dorian’s own stolen contribution, but it was still so little, nothing to compare to the heat of the man’s body.  His mouth felt like fire.  The more of it Kade experienced, the more he had to have.  That was before Dorian said something that he hadn’t quite expected.<br/><br/><i>I’ve never had another inside me.</i><br/><br/>It was enough to make him still, meeting Dorian’s gaze and holding the breathless silence between them.  There was only so much that Kade’s bite could accomplish.  If Dorian never would’ve wanted to be claimed by another, he wouldn’t want it<i>now</i>.  And yet, he wasn’t fighting against it.  He was even relaxing under it, his body surrendering easily enough to the intention.  Either the man had denied his desire for such an experience all along, or he’d simply never fallen into the position by some series of coincidences.  It wasn’t as if he was an old man, but nor was he some kid who hadn’t had the opportunity to experience the pleasures he was interested in.  It was a paradox, but a very intriguing one.  It made Kade smile, in the end, and he thrilled in the thought of being the first one to touch the human in that way.<br/><br/>He also knew that he could make it a whole new aspect of torture.  Someone who had experienced that intense sensation knew what to expect, and they could brace against it.  Being untouched would ensure the pain would be, at the very least, memorable in all kinds of terrible ways.  But even at his most depraved, Kade had never fallen to that sort of evil, and he couldn’t see himself doing so now.  If it was to be torture, he would make it because Dorian loved it.  If it was to be memorable, it would be because Dorian wanted it again.  Just like in every other thing, he would make his prey fall to him<br/><br/>Kade pressed a tender kiss to the corner of the human’s mouth, holding him more like a lover instead of victim as he nudged the tip of his finger past the tight ring.  The slick digit slipped deep, embedded into quaking heat.  Letting out a breathy sigh, the vampire paused there to enjoy that invasion and to let Dorian experience what it felt like.