Abbaddon felt the air in his lungs freeze as Kane avoided his flip and pinned him back by the neck, teasing his cock through his pants. He groans, and easily rejoins the struggle. Kane is just as adept as he thought the man would be, but not as strong or heavy. He imagined that had to do with how little he ate. He puts that thought aside as he fights though, something to consider later. Before long he could feel his breath coming short and his aches limiting his mobility. He really wasn't up for meeting an equal at the moment even if he did put his all into it. He didn't want to disappoint Kane after all.<br/><br/>Eventually he slips up, inevitable, considering. Kane forces him face first onto the table and rubs that massive cock against his backside. Abbaddon is panting heavily from exertion and arousal as Kane binds him fast. Maybe he could get out of it, but it would take a lot of effort in his current state. He lays against the table trying to catch his breath, sweating heavily, both hair and clothing askew. He knows he is at Kane's mercy and somehow that only turns him on more. Kane wouldn't hurt him after all. He moans as Kane rubs his rock hard bulge. He can't help but want to egg the demon on more. "Sorry all out of cash." He shoots back in a sassy tone.<br/><br/>With his clothing mussed the gleam of a small knife can be seen attached to the demons lower back. The angel really did like his knives and carried them with him everywhere. He tests the belt binding his wrists with a grunt, but he doesn't have the raw strength to snap it right now. Kane's desk is high, designed for the large demon. being bent over it leaves Abbaddon on his tiptoes and without any real leverage. Kane is good.