[His hands flex on his thighs and he definitely forgets to breathe for a moment, just looking at him. He can't help the soft sound he makes, responding to that roughness in his voice, the way he's looking at him and touching him.]
... Me neither. God, Keith, you have no idea what you do to me. [How badly he wanted you.]
You're so... [he squeezes his thighs, blatantly.] Your legs around me...