This was a place where Kane could give every part of himself to Abbaddon. This he knew and he knew just how to get it or give it. It was true that the demon was pretty much schooling the poor virginal angel right now but he didn’t care. He wanted the other and he wanted it now, not able to wait for the other to catch up. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic first evening but love making was not what Kane was going for. No... a deep soulful bonding was not in the cards for him for a long long time but passionate sex was all too easy and needed. He didn’t ease up from the attention on Abbaddon’s length, and every time the angel would get close he would either back off or use a hand to tug his balls back enough to prevent the orgasm from happening.<br/><br/>It was like the angel was a well tuned instrument and Kane was playing the complex tune like the trained professional he was. He loved the way that his mate fell away, the stuttering like music to his ears as he tried to get a variety of sounds out of the desperate man as he worked him over. Being fully in control also helped him, there was no need for the soft tender emotions when he could take and devour. His hand easily found the lube that had been tossed his way and slicked up a digit or two as Abbaddon made it too easy to start working on a finger inside of him. Kane zeroed in on his prostate like a heat seeking missile and he had no problem abusing it as he kept up the dangerous game of keeping the man so close to the edge and as desperate as he felt in his slightly drugged state.