Dimitri turned his head, panting. He felt high, though it wasn't something he had experienced before, ever. At least as far back as he could remember. The curse was a vicious and merciless entity that had stripped all pleasure and happiness from his life. No, he wasn't exactly happy right now. More content. Satiated. His body was humming, skin tingling. His vampire was sated for the most part, but then he'd always been a glutton when it came to feeding. He let Kane rolled him out of his own mess to clean the worse of it. No, he wouldn't have appreciated being bathed, but he didn't want to be sticky all over, either.<br/><br/>Though, honestly, right now? He didn't care. He was slowly coming out of subspace, and he rolled onto his back. More cum trickled out of his ass. Fuck how much had Kane ejaculated inside of him? Dimitri was absolutely wrecked, and right now he had no complaints. Boneless, he stared up at the ceiling. It took several minutes to come down from what he thought was a high. It was obvious because of the way he shut down, all of his controls locking into place. Shifting, he moved to stand, the redness on his ass already healing as he moved to clean himself. His mind mulled things over, wondering why he had felt anything over what Kane had done? He suspected he'd have had the same reaction as he had when he'd tried to drink blood, if he tried to have sex with someone else.<br/><br/>His glamour went back into place, seeming to shut down in spite of everything that had just transpired. Dimitri was just cold in nature, not an affectionate or loving creature, because he felt he'd never been capable of it. It wasn't a natural emotion that came to him. He glanced over at Kane, confusion obvious in the demon's features.