Dimitri swallowed when Kane shot his load down his throat, oddly satisfied to have brought the more powerful demon pleasure. And wasn't that even a stranger feeling? The cum shot was unexpected, causing him to wince just slightly before he recovered. His head turned when Kane bent down to lick his cheek, reaching out to nip at his mouth hungrily. It was a teasing gesture, but full of fire. He was still in there, even if he was drowning in pleasure. The pulsing sensation had him groaning out, loudly, just before Kane cut his palm over his mouth. "Fuuuuck," he hissed, leaning up to catch every drop. Not that he minded the mess; the blood was just intoxicating and nourishing. He drank whatever Kane gave him.<br/><br/>He couldn't deny this, and he didn't want to. "Yes, I will," he whispered, moving to his feet in a fluid motion. "I want you." His eyes held the heat of lust, even if beyond that there was nothing. But he didn't dwell on it. His cock felt ready to burst, and he toyed with the idea of jacking off to see if Kane would stop him from cumming again. What would he do? "You know. You keep saying you'll tie me up, but you never do," he said, walking backwards towards the bed. He slid a hand over his cock, groaning loudly at the sensation. He'd never been able to give himself pleasure. Dimitraeus shuddered and rolled his eyes closed, openly defying the other. It seemed, like before, he was at the point of no return. And of course he was playing on Kane's words. He was going to be good for him.