Cain smiled, a crooked kind of self-deprecating smile, when she lectured him. He shrugged, amused at his own mistake after it had been cleaned up. He drank up her affection greedily. He was a boy, for all his manners, and he thought certain things every time Haley touched him. If he knew the deepest kiss they'd had would fade compared to how Keida had dominated her mouth, he would blush worse than she'd ever seen. Or perhaps all color would leave him, instead.<br/><br/>"I've just been excited to see you." not jumpy. And that was part of the truth. He didn't think it was concealing anything from her - their air had been charged with it for a while anyway. He was sure she could feel it. He did not have any objections to her offer. In fact, he was on the couch before she was, waiting for her to put the disc in, and more than ready when she arrived to him. He held her closer, taking some freedoms with pushing their bodies together.<br/><br/>Cain had decided to at least try. Once of twice they'd made out. Haley was good at it. He'd even say she was better at it than him. It really was odd how comfortable she seemed with touch. Sometimes he felt like she was missing something, and that's why she wasn't abashed by what little they had done. Wrongfully, Cain was mistaking that for his own doing. The male ego, again. He waited for the plot to unfold in its simplicity on the tv, and then, a good ways after the opening credits and the explanatory first murder, he nuzzled her cheek to start kissing a corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>Lately he'd been famished for her, and he kissed her deeper, his hands wandering her body politely. At first it wasn't out of character for him, but he was more insistent than before, eager to learn her. Eventually his kiss became firmer, and his hands touched her legs.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Keida looked at the message. He'd been keeping her on wait for a while now, and hummed to himself, looking at the picture he'd kept secretly, cropped to only her lewd expression, an icon by her name in his phone. She'd asked him to stop what he was doing, but she'd broken the silence by initiating it, and that meant something. He'd been patient with this. After all, he'd been assuming Haley was beyond him for years now, this little game was a bonus.<br/><br/>You don't have to look, Haley. But now I know that you are. Naughty.<br/><br/>send.<br/><br/>He pushed the triangular symbol on the familiar video. Haley played out the scene obediently, like she would every time he visited his hidden folder and told her to, electronically. He smiled and undid the first button of his jeans.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Cain thought he was being crass, and that it was his job. He felt intoxicated with confidence that he was doing something Haley might never have experienced before. He carefully tried caressing the inside of her leg, while across the street, on a small screen with a big secret, Keida was running that innocence through while her body craved it. When Cain tried to kiss her better, Keida was making her gasp in pleasure.