Rain had something of a reputation around the Ministry for being the quiet sort, but when he and his mate finally got their alone time, he could show his true colours. Just because he didn't enjoy throwing himself all over people with quite as much ferocity as his packmates didn't make him any less of a ghoul. He still had those more... carnal, inclinations, all the same.

He'd noticed it once or twice, the way his mate's gaze would drift down to his hands when he was practicing his guitar. His ears always pricked up at the sound of those sharp intakes of breath, though it had taken some time for him to figure out just what his mate was trying so hard not to be affected by. It had only clicked when they'd been fucking a few days later and he'd wrapped his hands around his mate's throat.

He loved his hands. Rain could sort of get it. He'd certainly help his mate to indulge, for the delight of pulling out more of the most beautiful of their sounds.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned where he was settled between his mate's thighs. He'd backed him up to the edge of the bed until he was sat on it, so that he had the perfect angle to jerk him off and still have the best view of every little flicker of pleasure that flashed over his mate's face. Rain's long fingers were wrapped around the length of his mate's cock, drawing attention to the veins of his hand, his mate already slick with Rain's spit. His tail was wrapped around the other ghoul's leg, like an anchor as his thumb rubbed over the tip. "Warn me when you're close. I want it in my mouth."