Dimitri made this oddly adorable churring sound when Kane rolled onto his back. His cock was still inside him, and he took several shaky breaths to try to gather himself. His eyes rolled back and he bit his claws into Kane's chest. His head fell back and he moaned as Kane filled his urethra, pressing on his prostate from inside while also keeping him from cumming again. He bit his lip, then leaned down and licked up the bloody marks he'd made on the other's skin. Then he licked up his jawline, high as a damned kite but not entirely willing to just lay there and take it. Maybe his stamina had improved more.<br/><br/>He bit down on Kane's earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. "I wish I could mark you," he murmured, rolling his hips, pulling him in and out of his body. "I want you to be mine, only mine." His hand went around Kane's throat, but his touches were extremely light. He was still shaky, still weak from his prior orgasms. He was mostly sated by the blood, but Dimitri nudged his head back so that he could run his fangs down his throat. "Please," he whispered, trembling with need. He was starving for it. When Kane's tail thickened, pain caused him to hiss but it slid into a growl of pleasure.