Dimitraeus had collapsed on his forearms, his head tilted to the side so he could breathe through the deep, languid thrusts. Kane brought so much pleasure out of his body, and it kept coming. It took awhile, but his cock eventually did harden again. This was the second time he'd been brought over the edge three times in Kane's presence. His filthy words kept him in that subspace, and his own encouraged Kane on. It seemed, in this moment, that he'd excepted that he belonged to Kane. It wasn't something he remotely dwelled upon at the moment.<br/><br/>Then Kane came, and feeling that hot seed filling him up had him squirming against him. "Oh, fuck. Hell, Kane...Yes. I don't...I can't. I-oh..." he keened, groaning when Kane pulled out. He could feel that cum trickle out, and cried out when Kane pushed it back inside him. How could he still be hard? He shifted, moving so he was on all fours, and pushed back against him. "Hnnn, yes. I'm your slut." The pussy and slut shaming comments were oddly thrilling, and he couldn't deny he had enjoyed every second of it. He was trembling all over, barely coherent. "Please. Please please," he begged. "I need...I need more. Oh, Kane you have me so hard."