Dimitri felt himself be milked just by the sensation of Kane's knuckles against his prostate. Seven hells he was actually fisting him. Kane wasn't alone in what he was feeling. There was this soft thrum in his heart, so faint it was like a whisper, and he rode the waves of ecstasy. There was no fighting it. He was so far deep into subspace he was forced to trust Kane not to tear him apart. Pain was fine, sure, but no one liked being damaged that badly. And Kane knew he couldn't handle being double-teamed until he was prepped more. After all, this was only the third time he'd ever had sex in his life.<br/><br/>His other leg kicked up and slid over Kane's shoulder when the other bent down to lick his sore rim. Yes, he was sore, and it just felt good. He cried out again, trembling against him. That cry turned into a scream, cursing over and over when Kane slid back inside with a lewd squelch. "Kane!" he called out. Fuck he was shaking so hard. Why did it feel different this time? This wasn't like the first two times, even with the torment of being fucked over and over. He bucked, eyes rolling into his skull when Kane surged fingers inside of him to massage his prostate. "Oh, fuck, damn...It hurts so good." His voice was cut off with Kane's hand around his throat and he<i>purred </i>at the sensation.<br/><br/>Then there was his tail. That accursed tail that could swell and change and writhe. He gasped, his adam's apple undulating against Kane's hand. When it expanded yet another scream left him and by Satan, there were actual tears in his eyes. Overstimulated, stuffed full, pain and pleasure mingling together until all he knew was Kane. He sang his name over and over, but he couldn't cum with the sound inside him. His head tossed back and forth unless Kane tightened his grip on his throat, moaning out. The endorphins had created the tears, though he didn't sob, not yet.