Dimitri didn't know what was going to happen. He'd asked Kane to get his mind off the chaos whirling through him, and he'd done just that. His jaw was sore, and his ass was on fire from the fucking, but he was yet again insatiable. He let out a throaty chuckle that ended in a groan. The pain was exquisite, just another way for him to feel. His head fell back, arching into the touch. Dimitri's hips rocked against the relentless strokes on his dick. He hissed when Kane teased the entrance to his hole. The flesh was tender, but Kane's blood had helped him heal. Even so, he was sore. He stared up into Kane's piercing gaze, and moments later he jerked and cried out as his orgasm ripped through him.<br/><br/>He squirmed through it until he was lax against the shower wall. The water had shut off at some point, and right now he was just regaining his wits. It felt good. How was just such a befuddling question. Finally he came to, licking his lips. "I certainly have no complaints about how we woke up," he murmured, gently moving around Kane to turn the overhead shower on. He took up some soap and began to wash. It didn't take long before the calm dissipated and the thoughts to come back. His happy mood faded to calm contemplation, and soon he was clean and stepping out. He took a slow breath. "I need to see someone. I need to understand what's going on, but believe me when I say you are the best thing that's happened to me, ever. Just give me time." Dimitri didn't smile, but he hesitated before he dried off and went to get on some clothes. He wasn't trying to dismiss Kane, but he was at a fragile state that he'd either run screaming or try to sort this shit out.