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[He curls his hand into Keith's hair, holding him there against his neck. He inhales sharply when Keith is sucking at the skin. It's a good burn, solid and real and grounding and there but it's not enough.]

I do.

[It's soft. He's panting quietly between words, flexing his thighs to keep Keith where he is. Having him buried so deeply is heady, he can barely remember what it's like to be just one person anymore.]

I've always believed you, Keith.

[Sometimes working things out for himself is harder, or longer, but he'd never fight Keith's perceptions or what Keith tells him he means to him. He would never be so cruel.]

But you really need to be quiet and bite me right now. Please.

[That's about as dirty-talk as he gets, whoops.]