The fingers in his ass didn't feel as strange as it did the first time Kane had prepped him and muck less strange than his tongue. Between the fingers stuck inside him and the ones rubbing his cock Abbaddon had been on the edge for quite some time. It was almost a relief when Kane shifts him onto his cock instead. It might have been relaxing if not for the sheer size of his lover. The bite to his neck made him moan aloud, the possessiveness by Kane was unexpected. Marking a lover's flesh was generally considered territorial after all.<br/><br/>Abbaddon shyly reaches down to stroke himself as Kane bids him to. He is using his leg muscles as best he can to help Kane but it is exceedingly difficult without his hands free. It doesn't take long for him to come undone now that Kane is not preventing him. He sprays his husbands thighs and the floor as he cums. Abbaddon collapsed back against Kane, gasping for breath and shaking. His breathing eventually slows amd calms as he feels Kane's hot breath on his back. A minute later, the angel's head falls to the demon's shoulder, his body limp in his husband's arms. He is out cold.