Dimitri truly didn't care. He was boneless, floating. So he didn't fuss when Kane pulled out. Only he could do was shudder. Lying on his back, he trembled with what could only be mini orgasms as Kane's cum slid out of his ass. Oh he was definitely making a mess. He whimpered and bit how lower lip, riding them out. Dimitri felt so good at the moment. For the first time he didn't have any pressing desires to cause tension or conflict. But he'd be lying to himself if he tried to dwell on it. To the point that he only blinked when Kane mentioned the white hair. Then blinked some more. He looked over at him, about to ask what he meant when he saw the unshed tears. He reached out and gently thumbed them away. "I would assume those are happy tears?" He let out a hiss when Kane started to toy with the nipple ring. More cum leaked out from inside him.<br/><br/>"Hmm. No. You like it too much and I think it looks good on me." He was sleepy, like a well fed cat. But he picked up some of his locks and examined them. "How odd. I haven't seen my hair white since I fell." His heart thumped in his chest. He gnawed on his lower lip, then dropped the hair and rolled over so his back was to Kane's front and scooted back so they were spooned together. "I'll fuss with it later. I'm exhausted, but in a good, satisfied way." That and Kane had done nothing but worship him since he'd shown up with that drawing. He wanted to apologize for that, but then he'd likely spill that other bag of dirt. He didn't want to ruin this.