[Loves that, the responding sound he makes that time longer and lower, before it turns into a softer breath close to his lips, nearly a laugh. It's unfair, Keith thinks, how good he is, everything he does to him. He moves a hand behind him blindly, not wanting to move off for anything, but gripping at a blanket with them on the couch and tugging it over them a little more so they can sink further into the couch and make out forever, thanks.]