Kane thought for sure he snagged Micah, and he was pleased, so pleased. Nervous too. He had sex so often and with many different partners, but this was special to him. He wondered how it would be. Micah seemed the kind who would be slow and take his time. Kane knew that all it would take was leaning up to kiss the teacher, but he'd purposely waited, wanting the man to make the choice instead. He was far too wrapped up in his emotions to think rationally about what was happening here. He wasn't capable of the reasonable leaps to look outside of the spell, too absorbed in this new sensation. All he knew was that Micah was his future, and he wanted to start it now.
When Micah pulled away, the loss felt physically painful at first, and the look in Kane's dark eyes was startled and then pained. It wasn't the first rejection he'd been through, but this one was the worst. His feelings were trampled and he seemed like the teenager he was in that moment, gazing at Micah with wide, sad eyes. "If ... if that's what you want." You want me, I know you do. Why would you do this? He was honestly bewildered and needed space to try to come to grips with this refusal. Whatever the man said, he probably still did feel like the incubus was too immature, or flawed in some way not to be wanted. Kane would have to do some soul searching and take the next step to be better, to win his regard.
One day you will not say no to me, he swore in his mind. "Yes. I'll see you later," and in his voice was a promise. Kane turned to go to the showers so he could lick his damaged pride and broken heart, and find out the next step to win his werebear over.