When Kane finally stopped, he gasped for breath. Dimitri leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. He swallowed and wet his lips. Sweat trailed down the sides of his face, and he was shaking. Yeah he had gone completely into subspace, and there was no getting out of it. Well, not unless Kane stopped. And from the way he was holding guess neck, and the thrumming energy that came from Kane, really weren't helping. He finally caught his breath and leaned away so they were able to look one another in the eye. "Good, sir. Better than I thought. Do you still want be to seduce you sir?" He hadn't ever used a title with him, but Kane had ripped his stubbornness away from him so quickly that he was just stunned.<br/><br/>Dimitreaus didn't want this to stop between them, and Kane's blood gave him energy. "Everything I need is in this room," he whispered, and bit his lower lip. He was definitely feeling slutty, and whorish, and it was damn obvious that his masochism wasn't going anywhere. In fact it seemed like it was just growing since he had started to feel pleasure around Kane. With just Kane. He squirmed on his lap, so hard and leaking everywhere. There was a little wariness in his mind, but trust had to be built and he was tired of not trusting him. So he swallowed and looked him in eyes again. "I'll do anything you want, sir." Three times. He'd said sir three times. And it felt...right.