The panic that had moved her to grab at his hand while she was still standing had fueled him more. It was very like Haley to try and defend herself like this - not viscous, because she was torn. If he had been some nameless admirer in an alley he was sure she could muster more bravado, but she was stuck between her relationship to him and her modesty. Lovely girl, with her reflexes of self-preservation. "Don't you think I see that you're coming undone?" he'd asked then, since he wasn't blind to her blushes, and the goosebumps that followed his fingertips.<br/><br/>It was just this kind of behavior that urged men on. Every syllable and failed try at shielding herself from ravage was a testament to his strength. He enjoyed it for a little longer than he had to, taking in her meek struggle before he'd turned her. Friends? Sure. Like he was friends with Cain. He let her prattle on as he tried different ways he might have her, hips choosing a favorable angle to imagine insertion from. He gasped when she pushed back on her own in a sorry attempt at fleeing. It was like her entire body was working against her, and trying to draw him in. Perhaps part of her was thirsty for this kind of thing. Girls like Haley were famously repressed.<br/><br/>His dark lashes pinched tighter around his bright eyes when she said her final pleas to him. He watched her under him, while he kept her in place as she struggled. "What did I say?" he retorted as he started pushing her panties down her thighs, exposing her pretty butt and leaving it quite vulnerable at her current position. He wondered what kind of shape would be revealed. He felt himself harden further, and it was painful to be restricted behind denim. He pushed that clad bulge between her soft cheeks to part them, so the hot firmness could tuck the crotch of the jeans against her most untouched place.<br/><br/>Then he let her go, and pulled her when she tried to stand again, and let her fall on the floor. "That." he said, looking down at her with afternoon darkness obscuring his eyes, his hair falling to shade those orbs that she knew. "Boys like that. When you're obviously compromised, too much to resist them." he shook his head like she was hopeless, and weaved a hand at the ceiling. "But you can't take it, can you." He locked his fingers behind his head as he turned his nose upward in deafeat on her behalf.<br/><br/>She looked gorgeous, grown up friend, stripped down by her own volition, and panties around her knees now, sitting on the tiles of his kitchen, distressed from something he could have done. He looked down at her over his cheekbones, as though he weighed her actions so far, and then clucked his tongue and looked away. He reached to the side and got her clothes. "Put these on then. And go back to Cain. I'm sure he'll still like you when you made no effort to be lovely for him." he said and cruelly let the clothes fall on her. How indignant. And how pretty she was like this.<br/><br/>Keida didn't mind treating her roughly if she insisted on planting Cain between them. To her it would be her own failure, anyway. He was just trying to help, in that lie. Keida wiped his mouth, it was a theatrical gesture, and it fitted him - a sign of displeasure and disappointment. "You know where my door is."