A shiver ran up Keith’s spine, and he couldn’t help but arch into the touch. He’d never admit to it, but his back was crazy sensitive. He smirked into the kiss, spurred on by the feeling of Kellyn’s body flush against his. Slowly, he edged a knee in between the other’s legs before trailing butterfly kisses from the taller one’s lips down his jawline and neck, and to his collarbone. Keith nipped at the skin affectionately, making sure it wasn’t too soft, nor too hard to actually hurt.
He raised one hand to brush stray locks of hair from Kellyn’s face and smiled warmly, stroking his lover’s cheek with a thumb before applying more pressure with his knee.
