Maybe the other hadn't gotten it perfect but that didn't matter because in the heat of the moment they were both into it and it was more about the energy than the words. Abbaddon could be talking about how to make smores and he would think it was sexy with the right mood. The roughness of his hands helped as well as he loved the way the two of them could mark each other up and could really go at it without feeling like the other would break. Ab bending over him wasn't what he expected from the angel but then his eyes zeroed in on the plug and he felt like he might swallow his tongue.<br/><br/>This was the last thing he had expected from the inexperienced angel and he swore his hands shook from the rush of the sight. That jewel sparkling under the low lighting and it was all his. His hands were on the angel and all over those powerful muscles as he used his own strength to hold him in place as his hand moved to give them a good smack. It also helped that every slap jarred the plug that was inside him and working to drive the arousal even higher.<br/><br/>Fuck the other was pushing his buttons beyond all belief as they fought against each other not to win but to add to the tension, as some point the flimsy underwear was pulled off and Kane had reddened his ass a promised letting the sigh and sound make him groan as his cock felt like it wasn't going to last long. He was so worked up and had been dripping this whole time. Maybe this was not the slow and passionate sex Ab expected but this felt like it was them and he wanted more. Kane wanted to hunt the other down and wrestle to see who comes out on top and then strip Abbaddon down to find those stockings under his clothes for him to cum all over.