Dimitreaus stared at him. He hadn't felt this exposed since he'd been cast into purgatory. And certainly never this exposed. His heart wouldn't stop pounding. Could Kane hear it? His words made his curious gaze turn to one of agitation, but he'd already turned around and was straddling his lap. With his wounded foot and hand, getting up was going to be even more difficult, despite being wrapped with gauze for now. Those large and irritatingly adorable ears on his head remained pinned down. He wanted to fight, wanted to rebuke, but at the same time he didn't want to wake up from this dream. He was entirely determined to believe that it was just a dream, because there was no sound reason as to why he should be strictly enjoying this.<br/><br/>The kiss was wild and intoxicating. Better than the one they'd shared in purgatory merely hours ago. Feeling his pierced tongue stroke along his own sent tremors through his body. It had been too long since he'd enjoyed sex without pain. Too wretchedly long. No, he wasn't just going to lie there and let Kane fuck him. He had never been the kind to just take what was dealt to him. Dimitri could feel his erection growing, his skin flushed. It was insane. In the hundreds of years he'd been down here, he'd only ever gotten aroused during immense pain. It was almost like he'd been forced to be a serious masochist. When Kane reached down between them and stroked his hole, Dimitri groaned into the kiss. That touch alone felt so good, causing his skin to flush even more. His tails stayed well out of the way and his nails bit into Kane's forearms. He finally pulled back, wondering how he was doing this. The devil he could just let Kane explore every inch of his skin to see what made himself tick. He knew about erogenous zones. Did he have any? It had felt so damned good to have Kane's mouth on his neck, and so he curled his hand through those fiery locks and pulled his head to his neck while the other reached down so he could palm Kane's erection through his pants.