Dimitraeus pulled his arm around and put his chin on his forearm, staring at the door. When it opened, his eyes narrowed. What the fuck was it this time? No, Dimitraeus didn't frequent these places, but he'd learned more. Ian looked over at Kane and tensed for a split second before Kane dismissed him. He bit down on Dimitri's shoulder just at the same time that Kane had bent down to lick his lips. The touch sent a bolt of electricity down his spine and his face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. Between the proximity and the heated touch of Kane's tongue on his mouth had him hard as a rock.<br/><br/>Okay, well that solved that. Ian seemed to notice the reaction and bit down harder, causing the upper class demon's breath to stutter. "You would know," he bit out, glaring up at Kane. "Something happened..." he trailed off and he clenched onto the bedding as Ian changed thrusts to touch his prostate. God this was humiliating, having the more powerful demon kneeling there while he was getting fucked by a weaker demon. Ian wasn't small, per say, but he had nothing on Kane. He was fighting himself from making sounds, but it was so hard when Kane's aura washed over him like a lover's hand, filling him with lust and pleasure.<br/><br/>And then there was the fact that he wanted his blood. His fangs elongated, staring at Kane's pulse point in his neck, his throat constricting with the need to feed. "Yes...you did," he bit out, gasping again when Ian thrust hard into him. Finally he glared over his shoulder at Ian. "I won't fucking break. Either fuck me or get out." Ian glanced over at Kane, then grabbed Dimitri by the hair and wrenched his head back, fucking him hard and fast. The pain was welcome; Ian had drawn blood from his neck, and the wound trickled a little as it healed slowly. More slowly because he had fed in days. Finally Dimitri let out a moan.