Kane wasn't going to mention that he had long given up giving permission to Dimitri most of the time. He loved wringing orgasms out of the other too much to normally make him hold out except every once in a while. So it was no surprise that that moment the King of Hell himself fucked into him that Dimitri had lost it and Kane couldn't help the smirk of pride for the other that spread across his lips. He wasn't worried about Lucifer in the long term really, this sort fo physical was not something that could turn into anything meaningful. He himself wasn't taking part in any debauchery despite a few demons offering their services.<br/><br/>No, his gaze was on Dimitri alone and focused on watching him fall apart. They were a little too far away and Lucifer handling him to intensely for Kane to do anything else but watch as he reached out a hand to stroke along Dimitri's neck and chest, his skin still tender from the crude healing process that Kane had put him through. It truly was amazing to think just how resilient he was even if that came at the cost of being warm and open. The fact that this demon had any feelings for him at all was still baffling to Kane so so many might not express it or find it hard to experience positive emotions about another. "So beautiful..." He murmured as Lucifer delighted in using his lover.