Abbaddon could feel the acquiescence in his lover to what they both wanted and needed. The way he tilted his head for better access and the groan. The release of tension and restraint in his shoulders. Kane had missed him, and he had certainly missed his husband. Wicked thoughts flitted unbidden into the angel's mind as he unbuttoned Kane's shirt and slid it down his arms. His lips find a pert nipple and begin sucking as his hands find that shapely ass and give it a squeeze.<br/><br/>He isn't certain how he knows but he can tell his husband wants him to take charge in this. Maybe it is a subconscious way of assuring the demon that he is alright, as strong and capable as ever. Maybe Kane just feels he needs permission, or is afraid of hurting him. Who knows? Maybe Ab had been watching too much day time television while working out but right now he just wanted to bend Kane over the kitchen counter and fuck his husband if a way that would be reassuring and comforting to the both of them.