Dimitri's eyes fell to Kane's hands as they undid those fucking pants and revealed his engorged length. Just remembering the feel of him inside him had him groaning. No, Ian wasn't enough, but at the moment he felt the lower demon could at least get himself off. He cried out when Kane's finger stroked up his length. Kane was always the one to render him into such a slutty state. Dimitri did love the debauchery, the humiliation, the pain and pleasure all mingling together. He just doubted Kane's intentions and motives.<br/><br/>"No," he grit out, though his cock was leaking. He refused to tell him, fighting him to the last second as always. Where was the fun in just mindlessly giving in? Ian looked up at Kane again, faltering just slightly before the blonde-haired demon shuddered and shoved harder into Dimitri's ass with Kane's tail wrapped around it. Dimitri arched again, his brain short circuiting with the feel of ridge-like texture pushing into him. No, it still wasn't enough. Could he? Dimitri licked his lips. "Both," he whispered, voice barely audible. The idea of being trapped between the demons was just erotic as hell. He stared into Kane's glowing eyes. "Both of you. I...need it. Please Kane."<br/><br/>Yet again he was reduced to begging. He licked his lips. "Need you. Your blood. Your cum. Ian, oh...fuck." His legs kicked out, feeling himself close to an orgasm, but he was trying to hold off.