Drake gripped Kane's arm with one hand while the other pressed hard against the wall to keep his face from smashing into it. The spiciness of Kane's blood was absolutely divine, and he didn't want to stop. It was rejuvenating and replenishing his own energy. It was hard to, and he continued to sip on it like a fine liquor while Kane continued to pound into his ass. The particular angle on his prostate, the piercings and flesh dragging against it, and the sounds and words of of Kane's mouth had him finally pulling away from his vein. Dimitri cried out, arching against him. His arm twisted back and his nails curled into Kane's hair. He came with a curse and slammed his ass back onto his cock. God damn he could feel him so deep. Dimitreaus's eyes rolled back, his cry turning into a scream of pure ecstacy. Honest to Satan he didn't care if Kane fed on him, or how.<br/><br/>He just didn't want him to stop. Keening, his legs went out. "Kane, fuck. Oh hell." He scrambled for purchase. "Let me...fuck let me ride you." Kane could fuck him until they curse came rearing its ugly head and took away this euphoria. Now he knew what his victims felt and it was..."Yes. Take me. Don't  stop. Don't ever stop." He was still coming down from his second orgasm. Could he have a third? Was that even possible? His stamina was horrid compared to Kane at least. He didn't yet know everything about the demon, and with the way things were going he doubted he could get more information without digging himself into a deeper hole. But right now he really didn't give a shit. More sexual explicits left his mouth. He begged Kane to let him ride him if only to keep from falling, though he had a feeling that Kane could easily hold him up. Dimitri was lean more than he was physically strong.