Seven hells it felt so good to rip those sounds from Kane. It was heavenly. And he could tell that he was affecting him. His huge cock pulsed against his hand. Dimitri was also hard. No clothes between them. He didn't get much chance to catch his breath before Kane started at the edge of his wound. The pain was intense and he ground his teeth so hard they chipped. Of course something he could heal. Drake finally jolted and screamed. It wasn't entirely painful. There was the masochism that he'd adapted to over the years. Perhaps that was the real reason why it didn't hurt as much as it would have for anyone else. But there was a startling intimacy, as if Kane had reached into his chest and touched his heart. It was extremely overwhelming to him. Tears pricked his eyes.<br/><br/>He was trying so hard not to thrash around. His fingers were literally embedded in Kane's upper arms. As Kane touched him with his fingers while also healing, his mind was starting to go into that space. Which he supposed might be a good thing since he couldn't resist anything from Kane while in subspace. His screams softened to cries, then whimpers, his throat dry. He pulled his fingers out and groaned. "Fuck, Kane..." he rasped out. He hadn't meant to hurt Kane back, but it had helped ground him. Now he was shaking apart quicker than he ever had before. It was hot, burning hot, and yet so utterly good. He'd have to go higher, as he'd been cut from navel to throat, inside and out. "Almost. Almost healed." He huffed. His eyes had glazed over a bit. "S-sir. So good."