Abbaddon was still recovering from his powerful orgasm as Kane manipulated them aound and started licking his thighs. It was so hot but his brain was busy swimming in a sea of endorphins already. His breath comes in quick pants over the sheets. Kane is working him over even better than their wedding night and that really is saying something. He had come back around by the time the demon started to pull on the plug and tease him with it, fucking him shallowly and getting him worked up again. That wicked tail on his cock was just as evil, stroking him, teasing his slit. He whines, unable to form a proper sentence right then.<br/><br/>As Kane goads him to beg him for what he wanted he licked his lips and let himself go as he squeezed the bedsheets. "I want you!" He says, quite loudly. "I want you inside me! I want you to fuck me! Please Kane! I need it!" He says. He really did sound desperate, and he was. He'd never wanted anything more right in that moment. The only way he could ever be like this was with Kane, the only person he could trust like this. His husband, his love, his other half.