She was acting as though something deep in her being knew exactly how to entice him. The innocent are transparent, and he saw that Haley wanted this. The way she touched his stomach looked like longing, truly a lovers crawling adoration. He moved a little better for her, even, with the distance needed between their bodies for him to show her his physique. He had poetic details to his youthful build. Despite being too good for sports, his own starvation and genetic blessings put him as a darker contender to Cain's deliberate health. Her pulsing walls held on to him with the certainty of pleasure. Her body knew far more than she did.<br/><br/>When she didn't stop him, too far drowned in the red, he felt victorious, and gave her something excruciating. It was unbelievable that he'd be the first the girl ever felt of carnal rapture, but he'd wear that title proudly. It was too much for him when she clung and said his name, like she was praying to him desperately. That was when he lost into her, again and again, until his length rang with the hard echo of pleasure. He kissed her temple a few times, where they lay, savoring her exhaustion and confusion before she'd inevitably wake up from their joint fever maze.<br/><br/>Her fear was edible, too. He stroked her cheek, because she was still holding on to him. She didn't know that her trap was already around her. There was really no need for clarity. But he'd play along. "But you did it." he reminded her. "You came in here and you said my name so sweetly, so that I could help you when  you were burning." it was absolutely fantastical to torture her. "And you did it for love." he went on. "For Cain." he almost choked. "Now you know a little more about what boys like, but wasn't it more for you, when your voice begged me?" he teased. "Now, you've all but drained me, so I can't teach you the proper ending to my lesson, but you can come back, if you're at all interested in being the girl Cain likes." With her lusts temporarily silenced, and his goals more than met, he didn't expect she'd linger.<br/><br/>Cain would be coming home as soon she'd gone a good distance from Keida's door. The boy was sweaty and waved at her. She looked disheveled.<br/><br/>Keida was watching from a window, and expected her to avoid the shame she'd feel when her insides would still be soaked in another man's essence. And Keida would grin, rolling the strawberry panties he'd forbidden her from taking between long fingers that still held her salts. If rejected for friendly chatter, Cain would smile innocently, keeping up a front, but he'd look Keida's way before returning to his house. The grin would chill even Cain's warmed-up body.