Keida did cradle her when she sought him out. How much of her world he controlled when they were entangled like this. She had looked to him for comfort from distress he created. A perfect new thing, Haley. It had made the impromptu lancing a good choice, despite its cerebral, hateful origin. And then she was giving the sounds he'd been looking for. What a good song she could sing, when he played deep inside her. Keida was showing off, looking for better strokes to subject her too.<br/><br/>Her continued prattle about the friend not even here did fuel a sterner pace, but without the true malice of his reflexive stab. And then the notion in her confession that she'd perhaps keep this away from Cain. It was delectable that Haley was practicing deceit for him, and letting him have what she'd meant to giftwrap for that innocent, proud boy. He would have taken her pure, too, but pure Haley only had eyes for someone else. So he'd have to make her into another girl.<br/><br/>Her mouth was reporting her feelings flawlessly after that. Other girls tried not to flatter, but Haley didn't know her pleasure were his triumphs, so they spilled freely as soon as she experienced them. He gave her more of what she was praising, and felt the rapture encircle his limb, and build behind it. But she'd not like his hand where he put it. He thought it was out of place to give her the tender attention she seemed to thrive on, since she'd hope to have it from someone else, but he felt fulfilled that she'd take it from him, instead.<br/><br/>"Like this?" he asked and drew long motions with his hips, and kissed her again, deeper, but less possessive, massaging her lips shortly, wetly. He could be this boy too, with the backdrop of the hooligan everyone knew. Haley could make him false if he was turning her honest. His hand stroked her chest, where she held it with all her fingers. It was a pretty picture, his childhood crush laid out like a woman and holding on to him in something that looked like a lover's clutch. Did she know she was giving him something he'd not asked for, and more valuable than a ruthless fucking?<br/><br/>He went on with angles that she reacted to, and that made her mouth round and her body sweat. His free hand would take her thigh, and lift it to him so he could thrust better into her. Would they look like practiced passionates then? He made sure his tongue was soaking, overflowing, before he fed it to her mouth next. His nose gracing her cheek, and his eyes filled up with the half lidded kind of adoration she'd known from her shoju, it was a sellable, worshiping kind of kiss, instead of the spittle sharing her meant it as.<br/><br/>"I'm close, Haley. It's dangerous." He was. It was. He wanted to see how deeply he could draw her into this game. He wanted to mark her insides. "Should we stop?" because he knew she was close too, and if she didn't object, he knew he'd been able to attach her to him to a point she didn't' care about the risks. He'd sign her before Cain ever could.<br/><br/>Depending on her answer, Keida would retreat from her and let the dangerous seed paint the dress under her, or he would moved faster for a few strokes, before he filled her with the lust she'd summoned with her innocence, and newly initiated folds.