Abbaddon laid down and did his best not to squirm as Kane took care of him. It was hard with that ache though and he could swear Kane was teasing him. He was too tired to put up any resistance though. When Kane was done with him he simply passed out. Kane had done a wonderful job of wearing the angel out. Abbaddon sleeps hard thrpughout the night but he still clings to Kane, all cuddled up on the man. He didn't notice as Kane slipped oit of bed though. By far he was still too tired to be woken. Instead he cuddled with Kane's pillow. The scent that lingered on it was comforting even in sleep.<br/><br/>When Kane came in with breakfast an hour or two later it managed to stir the angel this time. He sat up and groaned. Breifly he wondered how bad the ache would have been if the cream hadn't been applied. Kane is a beast in bed, and he can't say he dislikes that in the least. He blinks a few times as he sees the spread before him. "Oh Kane you made me breakfast! Oh, and flowers!" He says tearing up. He pulls Kane in and kisses him soundly, it was so romantic.