Dimitri's mouth was bloodied when he pulled back. He hadn't healed the wounds, leaving them to trickle. Blood would run down Kane's neck a little, and he watched the path of it lazily as Ian finished and withdrew from him. When Ian was dismissed, Kane really didn't waste any time thrusting all of his delicious cock inside of him, rendering a cry from the demon's lips. His head fell back and he gripped onto Kane's arms. The sound was messy, sloppy, and so lewd. He leaned up to kiss his chest. It was the first time he'd been this touchy-feely. Normally he would just lie there and make such pretty sounds for Kane.<br/><br/>That was still the case. Each thrust brought a cry out of his mouth. Hell it had only been a few days, and it felt like he hadn't been fucked by the other for weeks. His hole seemed to suck Kane in each time, and he felt every inch of that cock as the house head moved in and out. It was gentle, which was odd. But the euphoria was fulfilling. Dimitri's face was flushed, his nipples hardened from being teased. He dropped his glamour, which seemed only to happen with Kane. "Yes. Fuck I can't get enough of you." The why wasn't clear, but he wasn't going to fight it. Well, not now anyway. Dimitraeus hadn't come to grips with what he was feeling. He laughed breathlessly. "I don't belong to anyone, you know that." He grabbed Kane by the hair and pushed upward to kiss him, while his hips rolled with each thrust.