Kane had never really felt so uncertain of himself before. He'd always been confident in who he was and what he was doing. He usually laughed off the expectations or judgments of others, especially adults. He'd been touched by many people, intimately, and with relish, and for some reason just the touch of Micah's hand on his shoulder felt like holding onto a lifeboat in a storm. The words were beautiful and gratifying, and there was that caress of big fingers on his skin. He leaned his head into it, marveling at the simplicity.
"No wonder you're a head of a house. You're good at the inspirational speeches." Kane's voice was pure honey as he reached up to take Micah's hand. He made direct eye contact as he slowly kissed the tip of every finger, but never satisfied his urge to suck one down into his mouth in simulated sex. Instead he stayed moderately chaste, although kisses from a lust demon were never that. The warm touch of his mouth to Micah's palm was searing. "I hope you don't hold it against me if I say you're the most attractive person at this school. But I admire your kindness most of all. You care for people, I can see that."
Micah was so much bigger than he was, and Kane had never considered himself small until now. But he smiled up at the were with none of his wickedness and only affection. He licked his lips to wet them, his gaze begging for a kiss. Just a kiss. What could be the harm in that? Kane was not shy. He took a step even closer, barely a few inches away. "Why don't you let someone take care of you for once?"