[He makes a soft sound, almost pleading, as Keith repositions them, and the little sigh he makes when Keith presses down against him is relieved. There's something reassuring in being pressed down, feeling Keith's weight.]
You. [His answer is immediate. His hand runs up his chest, along the side of his neck, hooking there and hanging on like his life depends on it, hand trembling.] I need you. I just... I need... you.
[He does as Keith asks, though, touching him in turn. He traces his fingers up the back of his neck and shivers a little when he brushes at the little bits of his hair on the back of his neck, that difference between smooth skin and hair.]