Rai inhaled and let out a bitter and slightly amused laugh. "Cherry blossoms. We both smell like cherry blossoms." There was a demonic hitch to his voice, hunger overwhelming all his other senses. But he was too weak to be an active participant. At least not until he fed a little. His own scent was just so, with the under current of night air mingled with the blood that stained the bedding beneath him. His tail was even limp beside him, ears lowered against his skull. He watched the other, wondering why the hell this stranger cared so damn much. His mouth was set in a thin line and he shook his head.<br/><br/>"If looks were enough to keep me alive..." he started, then trailed off as the other finished removing his own clothes. Rai's eyes stared hungrily down his form, and he weakly raised his hand to trace the sakura blossom tattoo on his arm. "We both have sakura blossom tattoos, too," he murmured, somewhat delirious now. He was so hungry he almost forgot that he'd tried to kill himself moments ago, the delirium settling in. Perhaps he would try, perhaps he wouldn't. Right now all he could think about was replenishing his energy, healing his wounds. His eyes tracked each and every one of the others' movements. "I don't even know your name," he said softly, but even that left him as his tongue laved up along his length.<br/><br/>The pleasure was intensified due to his weakened state, and perhaps because there was a sense of kinship between them. He quieted, at least verbally. But he did let out a delighted moan as pleasure sparked between them. Rai's legs parted even more. "I don't want gentle. If you're going to fuck me, fuck me," he growled. "I can take it." He kicked off his pants, then leaned up to try to take off the other's pants. He he wanted them naked and wanted their bodies flush together. God he was so hungry, and it was overriding his need to die. His want to die. His voice was soft, not threatening or menacing. He was as harmless as a kitten and just as demanding. But then the other had promised to feed him, and he wanted to heal. In this moment, he wanted to regenerate.<br/><br/>Rai could be passionate, and slow. He'd made love before, even with prostitutes. But he wanted energy, and with that came the others' pleasure over his own. Since his nerves were rewired for pleasure, it wouldn't hurt. Though he didn't think either of them wanted a chafing experience. Rai weakly reached for the lubricant and grabbed it, flipping the lid off so he could get the lubricant on his fingers. Then he leaned up and reached down to grab the other's length. He was merely smearing the lubricant on, because he didn't really have the energy for anything else. "Please," he whispered.