Under any other circumstance, Dimitri wouldn't tolerate the debauchery. But he fucking loved the way Kane made him feel, how he stripped him down to the most barest of desires. The command to put this legs farther apart was met with Kane ripping off his pants and shoving him down onto the desk. There was nothing gentle about this. There was anger and lust, and they made for a dangerous combination. He growled as Kane used the piercing to get him into place. Dimitri cocked a brow. "You're the one that's impatient," he taunted. But then Kane grabbed his nuts in a punishing grip and he hissed. His eyes flared red, but he didn't fight him. Dimitri grabbed his knees and pulled them against his chest.<br/><br/>Well, he'd opened the door. There was no sense in stopping this arrangement. Underneath his frustration on how this was being handled, he wanted Kane. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he didn't want to stop. He scooted more, exposing his hole, his cock leaking against his stomach. He licked his lips, seeing Kane come close with the rope. He cursed. "You aren't going to let me touch you?" he growled, his eyes glowing. His nails were biting into his legs with the effort not to fight back. Kane really was dead serious in his domination. But Dimitri hadn't hit subspace yet. He let his head fall back, squirming in restless need.