See yourself through my eyes

Sam was able to distract himself satisfactorily enough from the smell of Remi's blood (which he very much noticed, had noticed the first time he stepped in) by kissing him. Something beneath his surface wanted badly to just bite into Remi's neck, rip the flesh and get at the blood that was tantalisingly sweet in his nose and mouth -- it would feel great for both of them, the thing in his soul insisted -- but he couldn't. But it was easy enough to pull himself away from that when Remi was urging him to straddle his waist. Sam had his concerns about Remi's health but the desire he felt was enough to let him trust Remi knew what he was doing. He gasped, a noise which turned into a quiet moan as he felt his own strained pants touch Remi's erection under the blanket. Two urges came to him (three, if you counted the still ever-present need to drink) - one to lean down and kiss Remi senseless, roll his hips against him and just take. The other was to look at the door and panic about someone coming in to see him trying to have...sex? A make out? With a still very hurt surgery patient. He did glance at the door, just once, but it was still closed and quiet as ever. Sam then moved down, careful to arch his body to not touch Remi's ribs. "Th-this is probably n..not very good for you." He whispered against his lips, then kissed him again, this time being much more bold with his own tongue, tangling his hands in Remi's hair. For the moment he kept his hips still despite the instinctual desire to push down. Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words