Abbaddon rubbed his rough hands over Kane's now filled out musculature. He loved the way his husband seemed to thrive in their marriage, mentally and physically. He switched from one nipple to the other without really ceasing his administrations and reveled in the feel of those fingers in his hair. He eventually broke contact and sought Kane's lips. The kiss was needy, loving, and full of passion. Abbaddon had hungered for far more than food this week and both needs would be met today. He is perhaps being impatient about it.<br/><br/>"Anything." Abb whispers against Kane's lips as the demon pleaded with him softly. His hands deftly u do the button to his pants and his hand slides down to grasp Kane fully. He hums in approval as he finds his husband hard and leaking and rewards him with firm, steady strokes. The demon's pants hit the floor. To be honest Abbaddon doesn't care much about how public this is either. Nothing matters right now but his lover. He leans up a bit and nips Kane on the earlobe. He is doing his level best with all that Kane taught him.