I'm here. [He repeats it, quietly, still perhaps a little wondering-- echoing it if only for the hope that it'll feel more true, the more he says it, He breathes in a little shakily before turning his head that slightest amount in order to kiss him back.]
[It does help some tension ease from his shoulders, regardless, as he focuses on Keith pressing to him, touching him.]
I... Will you-- keep touching me? I mean-- [he blushes, uncertain, but presses on.] I'll say if it's too much. I just... I need you, Keith.