For now Kane just watched to see what he would do and could tell that Dimitri was hungry to dish out some pain as he clawed at his chest only to bend down to bite him and draw a hiss from the taller demon as he arched up further inside of him. Fucking hell it hurt but he didn’t want to stop either. The sweet whispered words were almost like a dream, a half promise under his breath and filtered into his mind like they were slowly drifting to try and catch up with the rest of Kane. The impulse to respond was strong, striking, and immediate, “Do it.” It slipped out before he could even control it or properly examine what it would mean but right now Kane WANTED it just as badly as he wanted to bask in this endless oblivion and pleasure.<br/><br/>The touch to his throat was gentle but it felt like possession and Kane knew it as his orange eyes searched Dimitri’s gaze. “I’m yours.” As he said the words he knew deeply how much he meant then and that there was no going back. Not with Dimitri. Not with both of them so damaged and yet somehow fitting together in this broken puzzle piece of a life. He arched up to expose his neck for the man that held him and, if he was honest with himself, his heart in his hands and waited for the moment to come. It was a lot easier of a promise to make than he thought since really he had been Dimitri’s a much longer time than he had been willing to admit it.