Dimitri gasped out when the piercings on his tongue stroked a wet line up his throat. His eyes fluttered shut and he dug his nails into Kane's clothed thigh. "Fuck," he rasped out. The devil, just that touch alone made a shock of arousal surge through his groin. Real pleasure, not twisted with pain. Though then Kane scratched his chest and Dimitri jerked with a hiss. He tried to pull away from him, but Kane could easily restrain him in this state. "No. Dammit no because I'll flight you." What the hell was happening to him? That arousal melted away, even though he could feel Kane's erection against him. Dimitri was so confused. Even his hand on his tails felt so good. He tried to push against him more, fighting how good it felt. This didn't make a damned but of sense. "What is going on," he breathed, getting enough maneuver to turn around.<br/><br/>"Are you doing this? Did you do this? Why am I feeling anything good." As it Kane had any answers. He knew nothing about Dimitreaus except that he was a conniving trickster that cared for little other than himself. But usually he wasn't conscious so soon after 'dying'. Was this normal? He let out a sharp laugh. "I haven't felt genuine pleasure in hundreds of years." He didn't know what to do but it was obvious that Kane wasn't leaving. After a moment, he gripped Kane's shoulders and used him to straddle Kane's lap. He grabbed Kane by the back of his neck and leaned up to kiss him. Maybe this was just some wicked dream. It didn't seem real. But he was tired, and he was completely depleted of energy. So why not enjoy whatever this was? It wasn't going to last one way or the other. And yes, he was being dammed reckless.