Dimitri's hands returned to the bedding, digging his hands into it as Kane moaned his name like a song and spilled into him. It was obscene how much the other came, and it made him tremble and shudder under him. "You come some much. Fuck." He felt so wet, and messy. His chest rose and fell with each harsh breath, coming down gradually from his high before Kane shoved his fingers inside of him. There was a filthy squelch sound through the air, and he moaned into Kane's mouth, drinking down his own cum.<br/><br/>Dimitri certainly had no issues with the taste, and they made out for awhile until Kane pulled back some. He'd let many demons use him over the years as a way to get more information, so he was certainly damn good at giving blowjobs, and making out apparently. "I love how many times you can make me cum." He was hard again by the time Kane moved to his mouth, and his body flushed at the feel of cum being force out of him when Kane pressed down on his stomach. He squirmed. "Your whore," he breathed. There was no point in denying it. Sex with Kane was just...it. It was a thing they shared. He groaned again, feeling completion on admitting that. "Please. Please make me cum again," he begged, voice demanding and yet pleading at the same time.