Dimitraeus watched him, feeling hungry and needy and just<i>filthy.</i>None of it made sense, and there was still confusion in his eyes. But what Kane had done felt good. What he wanted to do felt good. "I won't break, promise," he said, spreading his legs a little so that Kane could get a good look at his cock as he stroked it, feeling that edge and learning how to avoid it. Fuck he was just like a virgin, and yet he wasn't. "You forget. I never felt pleasure up until I met you." Which wasn't completely true, but he was so not dwelling on the life he barely remembered. "Which means..." When Kane moved to flip him around, he let it happen.<br/><br/>Really just to feel Kane stroke his cock along his ass. It was soft, and hard, and fucking delicious. But he jerked out of his grasp, moving to twist around and out of his grasp. Cat and mouse, perhaps, but he also didn't outright attack him. He was feisty, and dare he say playful? He was going to make Kane work for the right to fuck his body and make him enjoy it. "I won't make this easy on you, darlin." Those names were often used on his victims, but Kane wasn't one, not by a long shot. Evidently there were far too many things in his chambers for Kane to use. Whips, switches, chains, leather everything, sex toys...He liked torturing people in every way imaginable, and there were also less than pleasant things if one looked around more.