It made it harder when the other was fighting so much.  Even when his instincts kicked in, Kado wasn’t into taking advantage of people, definitely not forcing them into sex, but these were special circumstances.  He wasn’t considering sex for anything trivial, like pleasure or power; it was literally someone’s life hanging in the balance.  It sounded like a bad excuse, but it was the truth.  His only hope was that he wasn’t staining his hands in this for no reason.  It would’ve been a shame to go through it all and the other half-incubus still commit a more successful suicide.<br/><br/>But the way those eyes glowed up at him gave him hope.  At the very least, whatever natural preservation instincts the smaller man possessed hadn’t lapsed on him.  The licking of the wound also got a reaction, which didn’t come as a shock to him.  Kado had his own demons in that area, ones he’d fought off over a large portion of his life.  To see it reflected in another was almost comforting.<br/><br/>“I hope you don’t really mean that,” he commented as he worked to remove the rest of the man’s pants.  “I hope that whatever drove you to this is something you can work through.  It’s no good to give up on yourself, especially with how beautiful you are.”<br/><br/>Kado tossed his own shirt away, revealing most of his own modifications.  He had more ink than Rai, though significantly fewer piercings, and they were kept to simple silver rings and bars.  He tended to express himself better in design, his tattoos weaving in various images and designs up his arm, wrapping over his shoulder and onto his chest.  There was a sun circling his navel, and he had his own sakura on the opposite side.  It was smaller than Rai’s, only a single branch with delicate pink blossoms, but what he lacked in size of the imagery he excelled at in another area.  Japanese cherry blossoms were<i>his scent</i>, and it followed him wherever he went.  The scent itself grew more prominent when aroused, and even more so when he let his wings out.  He was wondering if doing that was such a good idea, though.  As much as pain could be a turn on for him, giving or receiving to varying degrees, he didn’t need to be stuck with a ripped up wing and no way to heal or hide it.<br/><br/>Without bothering with more words, he unfastened his own pants and shoved them down to mid-thigh.  It wasn’t as if they were getting into some intimate situation that would last hours.  This was an emergency feeding, plain and simple, and he’d already given them as much comfort as he felt they could afford to have.  Either way, what he revealed then was another set of piercings, showing how far he’d gone for either pain or the promise of pleasure, perhaps both.<br/><br/>Kado leaned over the weakened half-demon and pulled open the top drawer of the bedside table, then felt around inside.  He had all manner of oils and lubes, along with a couple more sensational items, that he liked to keep on hand and within reach.  Again, he reminded himself that there was no need to be fancy about anything, so he grabbed something basic and popped the bottle open.  He debated just lubing everything up and getting to work, but he didn’t think that was all that gentlemanly.  After all, there was no reason why he couldn’t at least be accommodating.  As open as he knew it left him, Kado leaned down as he spread the other’s legs, running his tongue along the length of the other’s shaft.