Gabe happily gazed at the little show Drake decided to put on. The curve of that ass in those tight little boxers was just perfect. The teasing way his lover looked back over his shoulder, so suggestive. Drake is asking for it, though not with his voice. Even the allure of that mirror turned Gabe on when he remembered what the vampire had been doing on it just a few days ago. He reaches forward and grabs Drake's ankle, dragging the man back across the sheets and then into his lap. "That you do. I should do something about that." He says as he pulls those black boxers off.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Abbaddon moved about the house, cleaning up and getting some food prep done for the next day. He stayed pretty bust for a while, mostly because the idea of laying down in bed was too much. That would hurt like hell. He tries to stay out of Kane's way and eventually decides to do some work at his desk. He is unconscious and stooped over his desk fairly quickly. He sleeps there fairly solidly for the rest of the evening.