The angel felt his knees go weak as Kane licked his neck and said those simple, devastating words. His husband is the most enticing creature he has ever come across and he had a strong impulse to strip off and bend over the desk, to be Kane's plaything just as he had been the night they were married. To be ravished and fucked and played with by a man he inexplicably trusted. Yet he wanted something else even more. Kane was right, they are fairly even in combat prowess. Abbaddon could feel it. It stirred his blood to think of rolling around with Kane until one of them surrendered or was forced to.<br/><br/>That gleam in Abbaddon's eyes returned as he shoves Kane back a bit. "Why don't you make me?" He challenges. The angel hadn't said 'no' r 'stop' he said 'make me'. He and Kane wanted the same thing, straining muscles right alongside straining pants. A struggle doused in desire. Abbaddon smirk and grabs Kane by the wrist, promtly trying to flip the man over his shoulder and get him on the ground. This would be a lot of fun.