That growl made the angel's toes curl up. He felt Kane remove his knife but he thought the man was just disarming him. He thought that until he heard the snick of the blade though. His blade cuts through the fabric like butter, a finely crafted and sharpened weapon. Abbaddon's breath caught in his chest as he stayed perfectly still, intimately aware of the blade grazing his flesh. His cock twitched shamelessly and he started to dribble precum, making a wet spot on his destroyed pants. "K-Kane..." He stutters, becoming a bit of a habit around the demon. "W-What are you...?" As inexperienced as Abbaddon may be it was clear he enjoyed Kane handling his blade.<br/><br/>The lick was unexpected to say the least. It made him jump, thankfully Kane had a good hold of his hips or he might have cut himself on accident. He had expected his husband's cock, not his tongue, and this was far beyond anything the angel had witnessed. It felt so good though, Kane was remarkably skilled. Abbaddon trembled as he desperately tried to hold still, the threat of the blade against his thigh only arousing him even more. He twists his hands in his bindings, to no avail, the tips of his boots barely gripping the floor. Biting his cheek doesn't work at all and soon he is moaning for Kane, begging for him to continue, "Please... Fuck! Yes... there... Kane!" and similar statements. His cheeks flushed red as the angel realized he was building to orgasm from this alone, should Kane continue. He was putty in the demon's hands.