As Kane pressed his face against the angel, Abbaddon wrapped his arms around his husband and traced the grooves of the muscles in his back. He holds the man as he adjusts to the massive organ inside of him. By the time Kane started to shift his hips the burning had died down considerably. He wanted to wiggle and buck as well but the bruising grip on his hips prevented him from doing so. He squirms all the same, wanting to meet Abbaddon's thrusts, his passion.<br/><br/>Instead he diwhat he could, touching and kissing the ample skin in front of him. He used his legs to urge Kane faster, harder, as the pain melted into a burn that felt so right. He nipped and licked at the demon's flesh as Kane had done to him. If nothing else, Abbaddon is a fast learner. It all felt so wonderful and the angel didn't want it to end. He knew it would eventually when they both came though, and that was rather fast approaching.