[Glaces back at him in turn, meeting that sidelong gaze as he presses kisses along the line of his jaw, looking away only as he ducks down over his neck, kissing slowly down towards his shoulder.]
Keith... [He's yours. Always.]
[When he looks at him again, it's after kissing back up his neck, and he presses a soft kiss to his mouth, lingering close, eyes half-lidded and warm.]
Tell me what you want to do. [He'll do whatever you want.]