Abbaddon doesn't let up, spurred on by Kane's intense response to his touch. The curse, the fingernails on his back, the whimper. It was all so wonderful tk know that he could inspire his husband to such a state. It just reaffirmed to the angel that their private business was theirs and no one else should care or judge them for it. So long as he and Kane were happy, intimate, and in love, it shouldn't be anyone else's buisness what they did to please each other. Even if Kane liked women's underwear and Abbaddon had a fetish for knives.<br/><br/>"Come for me Kane." He says with a growl in his tone, a demand. He wants to watch his husband come undone from his touch. He wants to give that bliss to his demon unabashedly and reassure Kane that nothing has changed between them. As he kisses his husband again he really starts to think he needs some women's undergarments. This time though, he wanted to give Kane the same type of pleasure the man had been giving him.<br/><br/>He slicked up his fingers with some of the soap and slowly presses one inside of Kane, continuing to stroke him vehemently. He wants his husband to have that feeling of being whole, almost too full. For some reason he thonks Kane might need a bit of intimacy and release. Just the thought of fucking his beautiful husband brings him to full mast. Who knew you could have sex in the shower? Abbaddon is getting bold indeed.