Dimitri couldn't deny what he felt. He was hot, burning inside and out. His skin was on fire from Kane's hand, and his growl made him shudder. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. But even that was impossible. Not when his heart was pounding, his cock leaking. It was a wonder he hadn't cum yet. It was like Kane could strum him like a perfect cord. He shook his head. "No," he whispered. He'd been too busy, and, well, too weak. His hole fluttered under the tender strokes of his thumb. The pleasure it sent rocking through him had him humping the pillow for a moment. But he wasn't remotely prepared for Kane's hand striking his hole. Dimitri cried out, his spine arching.<br/><br/>His hands faltered, but Kane's command had him struggling to hold his ass wide. Dimitreaus let out a sharp sound with every strike. After awhile his head became mush. His eyes fluttered and he rocked back against each slap. He chanted Kane's name, his arms trembling with exertion. Everything was so tender and Kane had flawlessly brought him into subspace. The belt left such stunning color on him. When Kane finally licked a path up the heated skin, Dimitri cried out again. "Oh fuck. Oh Kane. Please. Please please." And he begged so prettily too. He just didn't want it to end. The change in temperature certainly wasn't helping matters. His hands caved, and he begged harder.