Could Cater tell this was his first kiss?
That thought creeps in even as Rayne presses in against Cater, letting his hands pull him in by the tie, allowing their bodies to press up against once another. The hand on Cater's face slips back, fingers carefully pushing some of the other teen's hair from his face, tucking it right behind his ear.

Warm. Rayne felt them press against each other, felt how Cater's lips were against his own, how his mouth opened-- the way his own mouth opens, the soft noise it elicits from him. Thinking? No, he wasn't doing a bit of that while his tongue slips out from his own mouth to tangle with Cater's. While his knee shifts to press between Cater's legs -- while that hand against the door shifts to rest against his hip, thumb digging in.

If he wasn't careful, he'd lose himself in this kiss. That, he's sure of.