He braces himself against the door as he slips his tongue past Keith's lips and commits to a war he has no desire to lose. It would be fun but he's in it to win and pulls sounds out of Keith that will belong to them alone. The low sound sends heat through him and he forces himself to stay where he is when Keith pulls back.

He waits with his heart pounding in his chest. One breath feels like an eternity. Keith leans in and he meets him halfway in a gentle kiss that's sweet and chaste. They should slow down. He doesn't want things to go too fast. Still, he breaks away from his lips to sweep Keith's dark hair aside. He follows the line of his jaw down the bared neck, scraping his teeth against his skin.

To mark. Or not mark? He decides to do it and sucks on the side of Keith's neck as his hands slide up and down his sides. His. All his.