Fingernails scraped into flesh as Keida buried himself deep. Haley was a little on the smaller side, and the abrupt slam of his hips stretched her, forcing her clenching walls to accommodate to his size. It was a sharp searing feeling - a hot knife sliding seamlessly through butter. She pressed her forehead into his chest as the pain lanced through her, as if she were a lover seeking comfort and affection. The pain seemed to linger within her intimate folds, but when Keida smothered his anger (she shouldn't have mentioned his name) and took on a more gentle rhythm, Haley found that the pleasure was finally starting to outweigh the pain of her torn innocence.<br/><br/>As the pleasure mounted, soft moans parted her lips. Soon enough, she was gasping wantonly against Keida's chest. The scarlet flush across her face hinted at both embarrassment and exertion, but it was far too difficult to remain shy and coy in the face of her friend's expert ministrations. Keida seemed to know her body well - just when and how to thrust into her. Each gentle roll of his hips fanned the flames that seemed to burn brighter within her.<br/><br/>If he kept this up, she would come undone. Her thoughts had already grown hazy, and it was difficult to answer him coherently when her head was in shambles. "That's why... that's why I like him," she confirmed. Keida had gotten it right, Cain was kind and forgiving. He rarely held grudges, and when he did, they never lasted for more than a day or two at the very most. He was a loving boy - warm like the sun. While Keida drew people in with his mysterious coldness, Cain drew people in with his warmth and radiant smiles. "He's always nice. It's why I like him," she was struggling to speak through her quiet moans and surprised gasps. "I - it's just, I'm not sure I want him to know. I wanted him to be my first." She was silenced by another roll of his hips, her mouth hanging open in a small 'o' as a coil began to knot in the depths of her stomach.<br/><br/>Be honest, he said.<br/><br/>She spoke of Cain, but her body showed Keida how much she craved<i> his</i>touch. Her body craved what she'd never once achieved; release. "It feels good inside," her true words followed. "I can't think straight, and every time you move, it feels like I'm on fire. Like it's building up to something." Her hips matched her words, bucking lewdly into Keida's own. She was most likely disrupting his rhythm with her own inexperienced motions but her body wanted what only Keida seemed to be able to give.<br/><br/>The lust-induced haze was only shattered when his fingers clamped onto her neck and squeezed her throat. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but something about the grip and the look in her eyes rubbed her the wrong way. "I don't know... I don't think I like it." She reached for his hand and pulled it away from her neck. Instead, Haley clasped the lone hand between both her own. She held him gently, as if they were something more. "I like this better."<br/><br/>Keida might have been corrupting her, but the foolish girl still craved for sweetness and affection.