"She's gone Drake. Wishing for her does me no good. We had our time together and now it is over. What you and I have is something new. I wouldn't just throw you away because things are not perfect between us. No relationship is perfect." He says firmly. He felt like he might just be getting through to the man this time. Like Drake might actually believe him.<br/><br/>"I didn't mean it. I was hurt and angry and upset and I lashed out. You hurt me and I hurt you back. I took what I wanted to say and warped it into a barb to use against you. It was ugly and hurtful of me. I'm sorry. If I could take it back I would." He didn't know what else to say about it. He didn't know how long that wound would stick with Drake.<br/><br/>"...and I don't think you are dumb."<br/><br/>\(^·^)/<br/><br/>Abbaddon gasped as Kane stopped playing fair. He knew the feel of that magic by now. The magic that seeped into his skin and made him want to be bare skinned against his husband, to kiss him, to fuck him, to swallow his cock. As they continued to wrestle on the ground it got harder and harder to ignore. The need made him dizzy and weak as blood flowed South to his turgid member.<br/><br/>Eventually Kane kicked off and flipped them. Ab didn't have much resistance left inside at all. He wiggled his hips and helped Kane to work his pants off. As the demon suspected, he found a lacy black thong, garters, and fishnets stockings underneath. Abbaddon tore Kane's shirt off, obsessively touching the skin of his chest and arms, then lower as his hand slipped into Kane's pants and stroked the demon. All pretenses of combat forgotten though the struggle continued. "Oh fuck Kane... I need you..." He says desperately, the magic of Kane and the magic Kane used both gripping the angel tightly.