Kakyoin, the stoic warrior, finds himself momentarily distracted by a tantalizing cherry. The desire to taste it overwhelming, he succumbs, his tongue tracing the curves of the fruit, lapping up its sweet juice. The act is surprisingly intimate, his wet, warm lips closing around the cherry, mimicking a far more carnal act. The room grows hotter, the air thick with tension as the others watch, their own desires stirred by Kakyoin's unabashed, sensual display.