Dimitri was falling apart. He was panting and shaking, sweat beading his brow. He groaned when Kane rubbed his stomach and tried to curl up, but he couldn't. Instead he tore his hands until his nails were bloody. He couldn't keep still, not until Kane started to push his cock inside him. He still and exhaled, then cried out so loudly the sound echoed off the walls. It was too much. It hurt, and it felt good. The pain and pleasure mixed and all he could do was lie there as Kane rotated his hips and jerked inside of him. He almost wanted to feel Kane's cum. The thought, the fantasy, of having the eggs fertilized made him shudder. With another loud keen, Dimitraeus came. Unless Kane stopped him from doing it, seed would spatter all over the hard desk. That action alone, mixed with Kane pulling out, did cause some of the eggs to spill out.<br/><br/>But Kane only started to push them back in, along with more. Dimitri bowed his head. "N-no. No more. Hnngh please stop." He couldn't possibly fit more. But he hadn't used a safe word...in truth Dimitraeus hadn't even established that. His protests were weak though, half-hearted, because in his own sado-masochistic mind he wanted to know just how much could be put inside him. And he was a masochist. Yet, there was still a sinking feeling that was burrowed deep under his subspace. This wasn't their usual. There was something cold and distant about him, and Dimitri knew without a doubt Kane was, in a sense, testing to see how far Dimitri would go to stay in his good graces. Right now there was no room in his mind to dwell on such things. He was feeling far too good for anything else. His own hand reached out to feel the eggs inside him, shuddering. "Please..." Did he even know what he was asking?