Dimitraeus arched his back, his hips pushing up ruthlessly as Kane took him down to the root. "Fuck!" he shouted, reaching back to grip the headboard. That piercing, his wicked tongue, everything felt as good as the first time. He shuddered, precum dripping from his tip. Dimitri could tell Kane might have been out of sorts, judging by the fact his tail wasn't in display as it so often was when they were together. But then, he doubted Kane could have just snapped his fingers and made this all go away.<br/><br/>He kicked his pants off just as Kane worked him back to his throat again and started to teasing the puckered flesh of his hole. He didn't fight it this time. No, he didn't have the energy to fucking fight it this time. So instead Dimitri widened his legs, letting him close, feeling the heat of his body, even if he wasn't bringing out pleasure through his fingertips. The feeling of his fingers inside him had him moaning. "I don't want to stop feeling pleasure when you fuck me," he hissed, then smiled. "Not that I didn't mind giving you blowjobs." He surged his hips up again, one hand in Kane's hair. "Is it that obvious? You have talented hands." Oh Kane better not get used to this. Dimitri did not shower one with so many compliments in one go.