[ it makes him laugh, reeling a little with the breathless moment.
he can feel the jump of keith's muscle, the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his hand as he doggedly pins his body down. it's probably not a good sign that the goad hits home, that he wouldn't mind seeing what else keith can do, that he wants more of everything. well, maybe it's just the adrenaline talking.
whatever it is, by reflex or otherwise, his grip roughens a little, and he finds that he wants more of that, too. ]
fuck
he can feel the jump of keith's muscle, the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his hand as he doggedly pins his body down. it's probably not a good sign that the goad hits home, that he wouldn't mind seeing what else keith can do, that he wants more of everything. well, maybe it's just the adrenaline talking.
whatever it is, by reflex or otherwise, his grip roughens a little, and he finds that he wants more of that, too. ]
Then promise not to hate me too much.