Abbaddon grinned at Kane. "Your cooking is too good husband. You will make me fat." He says as he rubs his flat stomach with its washboard abs. An unlikely prospect really. When Kane mentioned no sex though, his husband looks almost downright offended. "What!?" He squeaks out, getting up and walking over to Kane. "I've been waiting all week though! It was awful not letting you touch me!" He whines. His hands come up and he rubs the hard planes of his husband's chest. "Please Kane? I want you!" He says. Unless the man was grossed out by him now.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>"Of course it will." He confirms as he holds Drake for a little while longer. He places kisses on his forehead and lips. He wasn't likely the best at comforting his mate yet but he was trying and he would learn eventually. He sighs as he finally releases Drake and pulls out a vial. "I need just a bit of your blood to start my work dear." He says. He takes one of Drakes hands and makes a careful cut, taking some blood and healing up the cut with a kiss as he corked the vial. "Until then we can just avoid hell. Stay here maybe and fuck your brains out or dance for a while." They had enjoyed both activities in Vegas after all.