Not many demons had an interest in guns. In fact a lot of supernatural tended to be vary of any modern looking weapons. His own grandfather scoffed at his choices at first stating a spear or a blade was a far wiser choice but Kane never backed from his love of these machines. So when Abbaddon was able to handle them with such ease and understand he didn’t expect the surge of lust that ran through him so hard and fast it took his breath away and he actually got dizzy watching him. Maybe it was wrong to be so turned by a guy firing a weapon but they were with Kane’s eyes trained on him and licking his lips like he wanted to go down on his knees right now and see just how straight the angel could shoot with his cock shoved down Kane’s throat.<br/><br/>He picked up one of the other enchanted variety. “I had this one be a little more nasty with what it could do.” Explaining some of the more intense ice bullets or exploding or other casting/sealing abilities that he managed to give to some of the weapons. He pulled out a really special one. “Let me help you line this one up. It’s a bit tricky.” He added moving to the angels side and getting close to him as he pressed up against Abbaddon and had the gun in the angel’s hands as he wrapped around the other from behind. “I call this one SongBird. It’s not quite done.” He admitted with his body flush to the man’s it was getting harder to hide his state as he rested his chin on Ab’s shoulder his hands wrapped around his. The gun had a tricky release that Kane had built and one the bullet was fired it was more akin to a sharp needle that was almost silent outside of a small chirp from the weapon. The target it hit though seemed to half crumple and melt under the impact as if it was made of sand.