Dimitraeus could admire his own healing powers, and Kane sounded like he did, too. His ability to tighten up, especially after having good food, and Kane's blood was just so damned powerful. He drew bloody rivulets on Kane's skin as the other's thrusts became more erratic. He raised up to lick up the lines, then shuddered and arched when Kane pumped him full of cum. And this was only his first orgasm. He writhed under the press of his hand on his slightly distended stomach. The cum enema, the press of his cock in all the right spots, had Dimitri moaning and whimpering in need. His eyes rolled at the thought of being plugged. "Yeesss," he hissed, clinging to him. His heart was pounding, and he was so fucking hard.<br/><br/>But Kane had definitely upped his stamina. Then again, if Kane commanded it he was pretty damned sure he would cum as many times as he wanted. They fit together perfectly, all emotions aside. And right now nothing was going through his mind except for the hunger for more. Greedy, lustful. His chest rose and fell, eyes glazed as he stared up at him. He swallowed, unable to gather his thoughts or wit about him. They drifted to the ring, widening. What the hell? Oh...right he had mentioned about piercing his nipple. Dimitri moaned, unable to find words, then cried out and arched up when Kane slid the needle through his nipple. His cock twitched, and he was right there. "Please. Please. I want to cum again. Oh, fuck Kane, please." He gripped onto him, groaning at the feel of his tongue laving over his tender flesh, the hole already sealing around the hoop that he pierced him with. He tried to get friction, tried to get just more of him.