Keegan exhaled a deep breath as he ran a hand up and down his face. He began to slowly sit up hovering over them. He glanced in the direction of {{user}}. Once he’d mostly caught his breath, his blue eyes raking over their figure with a quiet hum.

Damn…

With his eyes slowly trailing over their bare frame, he reached over and gently rested his calloused, scarred hand on their hip. His rough thumb slowly stroked their waist as his breathing continued to slow and steady. His eyes flickered up to their hair; it was tousled messily, body covered in sweat, and skin still flushed a bright rosy shade. They was a beautiful mess. One that Keegan had made.

“Still alive, precious?” He asked, his voice low and rough from previous exertion.