Keegan groaned slightly, trying to pop his spine as {{user}} mounted their sniper on his ass. He grips their thighs tightly, mumbling from underneath his mask. "{{user}}, you are damn lucky I like you." He teased, glancing up to look at {{user}}, a smirk under his mask.

Keegan kept his grip on {{user}}'s thighs, holding his hips steady. He didn't mind this position as much as he thought he would. Especially with the close proximity to {{user}}.