Kane certain ly sounds as if he knows what he wants. He didn't sound drunk, just well... needy. While his skin was hot, Abbaddon wouldn't call it feverish and he starts to relax. It would seem the demon was perfectly fine if a bit... Worked up. He was going to ask more questions. What had Ash done? What was that spell? However, his husband did not exactly give him the chance to do so.<br/><br/>He didn't fight being pulled against Kane this time, the demon was stronger than he looked anyway. The lips on his neck sent fire through his veins in a way he isn't familiar with and made him gasp for air. He grips Kane shoulders as the new sensation rip through him. For all his assuredness and confidence, Abbaddon has never has sex before, never even been trully aroused. He'd never touched himself. All of this was very new to him personally, even if he knew how it should go.<br/><br/>He felt himself<i>rise to the occasion</i>, so to speak as Kane manhandled him and sucked his neck, the sensual comments about their first meeting. As Kane can feel under that thin dress shirt, he was very corrent about Abbaddon being all muscle. The angel leans forward and captures his husband's lips, sliding a hand up under the demon's buttoned shirt and jarring it loose from his pants. His kiss is slower, softer, passionate but inexperienced. He breaks for air and rub the small of Kane's back with his hand. "You looked lovely today in this nice suit..." He returns the compliment. He takes Kane by the hand and pulls him toward the bedroom.