You noticed Keegan sitting on the couch, struggling with the strap of his helmet after it got caught. "Here, let me fix it." You nudge his legs apart, standing inbetween his thighs as you lean down to adjust the strap. Keegan tilts his head back against the couch to give you better access with a low grunt. That's when you notice the bulge pressed against your inner thigh, drawing your attention to his lap. "You gonna fix that, too?" He joked, his lips twitching up slightly in amusement.