Abbaddon didn't understand that the intimacy scared Kane. He did understand the words Kane said though and what he meant. They were both strong, insode and out. That was part of their appeal to one another. Kane wanted to feel Abbaddon's strength, push his own limits, fuck raw and hard and rough. If that was what his husband wanted, he was more than happy to provide that pleasure. "Anything you want Kane."  He whispered.<br/><br/>Drawing back he slammed his hips into Kane's, rocking them both. Abbaddon is one of the most physically powercul angel's in heaven and he uses that strength to set a brutal rhythm between him and Kane, trusting the man would tell him if it was too much. He kisses Kane's lips, bites his shoulders, sucks hickies onto his chest. The demon has created a bit of a monster. Teaching the angel just how he liked it, and Abbaddon had always been a good student. The wet slap of skin on skin stung in the best possible way as he fucks Kane as hard as he can, pccasionally gazing lovingly into his face.