He barely has time to think about the words and the look on Keith's face before teeth scrape against his jaw. He braces his free hand against the wall and shivers. He feels like he did as far back as his cadet days when kissing someone else was new and he never wanted to stop.

His thoughts shatter and he audibly groans, digging his metal fingers into the door at the hot, sharp sting of pain followed by a gentle soothing. He leans forward pinning Keith to the door. There's no escaping now not that either of them wants that. He slips his hand free of Keith's shirt to tangle his fingers in his hair as he whispers,

"Yours." How did things end up like this? He's not sure. But as he tips his head back, utterly surrendering to Keith...it just feels like the final piece of the puzzle between them slotting into place. "All yours."