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“You need to step into it more.” Keigo instructed, keeping his hands up in front of his face. It did little to hide the playful smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.
“I am .” You shot back with a huff. Your hands were in the same position as Keigo’s, doing your best to copy his fluid movements. Everything he did seemed natural and purposeful. You felt a bit silly standing in the middle of your living room trying to copy someone who's been trained to fight real, actual , villains.
“Then punch me harder.” He pounded on his chest once to show just where you should be aiming for. “I can hardly feel it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You dropped your hands and placed them on your hips. “Can’t you just show me the moves without having to hit you?”
“If we do that you’ll never get the feeling down.” Keigo bounced a bit on his toes to keep your interested. There was a slight tremble in his wings as he moved about -- it was clear he was excited. It was nearly infectious. Nearly.
“I thought it was about technique.” You were pouting. A bit.
“Technique, what technique?” Keigo dropped his hands and crossed them over his chest with a laugh. “I don’t have any techniques.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Keigo had somehow convinced you to hold an impromptu training session in your apartment for a few tips and pointers on fighting. You could hold your own well enough and had an idea of self-defense (thank you very much!), but Keigo had a sinking feeling that he’d get you caught up in some sort of...altercation. Being the number two hero had its perks, certainly, but it also had its downsides. Villains had a tendency of trying to get the better of him and he wasn’t willing to put you at risk. Better to assess your skills now and see where they can improve rather than finding out in the thick of it, should it come down to it. Besides! It gave Keigo an excuse to see you, even if you were a bit pouty about having to hurt him. Not that you could.
You both had pushed the furniture aside in the living room, not that there was much in the room in the first place, and had done some stretches. You were better at those than Keigo and, in fact, had insisted on them. You had managed to get through a few steps in the sweltering apartment before your small argument. Sweat poured down both your backs and your breathing was labored. It would have made more sense to go to Keigo’s place for this with more room and a working air conditioner, but Keigo seemed to prefer it here despite the summer heat.
“Come on,” Keigo whined as he stretched his arms over his head and appraised you as he did so. You couldn’t stop your gaze from flickering towards where the hem of his shirt rode up along his lower stomach before meeting his gaze. He acted like he didn’t notice. “You’re not gonna hurt me, baby bird. I’m tougher than I look and I don’t think your punches can hold up to the people I’ve gone up against.” A slow smirk pulled at his lips. “No offense.”
“I don’t know why, but I’m a little offended.” You admitted and fought back a smile at Keigo’s bark of laughter.
“Just trust me.” Keigo once again brought his hands up and shifted his hips to step into his punch, holding his fist out towards you as he twisted his body slightly. “I’ve been known to hold my own in fights, haven’t I? It's literally my job.”
“What is it that you do again?” You teased lightly, but copied his movements. Your fist stopped just short of his chest. He grumbled at that and you smirked.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Cute?” You wondered, your eyes widening and your lip jutting out just enough for Keigo to focus his gaze there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It had taken some time, about an hour, to loosen up. The heat made your muscles pliable and the adrenaline from the initial sparring made you both...well. It was getting harder and harder for Keigo to concentrate on anything apart from the curve in your spine and the way your cheeks were flushed from exertion. You were getting bolder with your movements and tongue and Keigo was certain he’d lose whatever dance you both had started. Maybe sparring wasn’t his best idea. It was a miracle you’d made it this far without him jumping your bones. Your teasings were hardly fair, but two could play at that game.
Keigo simply raised a brow at you and smiled sweetly back at you before pulling his shirt off over his head in one fluid movement. His playful grin only sharpened at the soft breath you let out. Your wide eyes skated across his exposed flesh and sweat-slicked muscles before you realized and quickly averted your gaze back to Keigo’s. This time, he ensured you did know that he had noticed.
“Step into it.” Keigo repeated gruffly, coming up behind you to slot himself along your back. “Like this.”
His warm hands were planted firmly on your hips, inching slightly up to press his fingers against your exposed skin along your midriff. You didn’t mean to let out a stuttered exhale as his thumb pressed into your back it just...happened. Why the hell was he so warm ? Your head knocked against his chest and you felt your ass press against his groin. Instinctually, you leaned back against him, but Keigo was already moving his foot forwards and using his momentum to bring your leg along with him. Keigo kept his hips pressed to yours, his hands twisted them slightly to get you to follow through.
“See?” Keigo murmured softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“This is very cliche.” You breathed and turned your head towards Keigo, blinking in surprise to find him so close.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Keigo used your own words against you and widened his eyes just as you had. The picture of innocence.
Keigo moved to close the distance between you both, but you quickly shimmied out of his hold and strode a few steps forward with a smile already in place and spun around to face him again. Keigo’s hands clenched together as he raised his brows at you. You took up the same position as earlier, making a show of shifting on your heels and snapping your hips along with your punch.
Keigo didn’t know why it was so hot. Well, he did know why.
“I think I got it.” You smirked and dropped your hands and placed them back on your hips. It was a losing battle and Keigo had already played his hand. “Is that all you got?”
“Not even close, baby.” Keigo grinned back and was on the prowl.
He moved quickly and came up to your side before you could blink. He placed his leg behind you and shoved it forwards with a swift kick. You let out a small squeak of surprise as you tipped backwards, unable to regain your footing in time. Keigo’s hands were already moving and grabbing your falling frame, bracing you against his thigh as he caught you. You ended up with your chests pressed together, your heart hammering against Keigo’s. Keigo felt something stir in the pit of his stomach as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
“Now if you were fighting, you’d let them fall.” Keigo picked you up and set you back on your feet effortlessly. He didn’t move away. “But I like you a bit too much to let that happen.”
“Still, that’s a pretty intimate move.” You pointed out breathlessly, looking up at Keigo through your lashes as your hands remained braced on Keigo’s forearms.
“Well, most of--”
Before Keigo could finish his thought, a strong leg wrapped around his own. He widened his eyes before he felt you kick his leg out from beneath him and sent him dropping to the ground. You didn’t bother catching him and his body landed against the rug with a loud bang that rattled through the walls. His wings fanned out around him and struck a few books off a nearby table. He let out a small groan and blinked up at you as you stood over his fallen form.
“You wanna walk me through that one again, baby ?” You stepped between his legs and nudged his thigh with your foot.
“I have a few notes.” Keigo licked his lips and attempted to ignore the way you had called him ‘baby’, all husky voiced and wide eyed.
Before you could respond, Keigo wrapped his legs around your knees and pulled you down on top of him. You flailed slightly before dropping down like a stone, his arms grabbing your shoulder just before you fell against him. He held you there for a moment before releasing you, your cheek pressed against his chest. You moved quickly and braced your arms on either side of Keigo, managing a glare as your chests pressed together with each heaving breath.
“What are they?” You breathed, your eyes flashing down to Keigo’s lips.
“What are what?” He murmured and pressed a warm palm along your waist.
“Your notes.”
You shifted against him, your knee slotting between Keigo’s thighs and pressing up against his groin. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt how hard he was beneath you. You moved your knee once again, pressing more purposefully against him and earned a small noise from the back of Keigo’s throat.
“I don’t have any.” Keigo groaned, his other hand coming up to grip your waist. “I just wanted you on top of me.”
With that, your earlier resolve slipped and you found yourself slamming your lips against Keigo’s before either of you could speak. He let out a low grunt of surprise, your teeth clicking together at the force, before he tilted his head into a better position. You dropped the rest of your weight against Keigo and he wrapped his arms along your back, wasting no time in hiking your shirt up to expose more and more skin.
You were familiar with each other by now and knew how your lips felt together and how they would meet. However, this was a bit different. This held an edge of exciting desperation and Keigo couldn’t swallow the low growl that bubbled up from his chest. Your teeth dragged against Keigo’s bottom lip, holding it between your teeth with the force to draw blood but the gentleness not to. You dropped your hold on him and let out a small sound as Keigo surged up and closed the distance once more. Keigo could already feel the bruises forming on his lips from the force of your kisses, desperate and needy, but he didn’t care. He reveled in the feeling.
Soft sounds of panting filled the living room and you both were soon kissing one another as if you didn’t have the strength to stop. Your mouths were open, parted for one another, and soon consumed by the wet slide of tongues. You shifted your hips, rolled them against Keigo’s, and Keigo moved with you without thought, still too consumed by the hard drag of your lips against his.
You pull away first, dizzy from Keigo’s administrations, and kneeled with your legs on either side of Keigo’s thigh. Your hands shove the hair from your face and you attempt to catch your breath. Your lips are wet and red and Keigo can feel the heat in his belly growing more and more insistent as he looks at you.
Keigo watches you behind half-lidded eyes, his hands falling from your waist to your thighs. He rubs slow, but firm circles into the soft flesh there and a shiver runs up your spine. His warm hands soon tighten and grip beneath your knees to flip you both over. Keigo slots himself on top of you, his hands balling up your shirt and shoving it up and out of the way. He’s too distracted to take the shirt off completely and quickly drops his hungry lips to your chest. You manage to pull your shirt over your head as Keigo wastes no time in unclasping your bra. You rid yourself of that as well and let out a small sigh as his lips cover your exposed nipple. Your body shudders in relief at the heat and a moan hitches in your throat. Both your hands entangle themselves in Keigo’s hair as his hands drift from your stomach to the band of your leggings.
His hands dip lower and lower until they find their destination and he picks his head up from your breast with a started expression.
“ Christ , baby bird,” Keigo breathed, pupils blown wide as his fingers trail against your opening. “You’re so fucking wet. ”
You let out a small whine and pull at his hair in an effort to pull him back up towards you. Keigo resists for a moment or too, his fingers wetting themselves between your thighs. He was taking his time.
“I’ve barely even touched you yet,” Keigo smirks. “And you’re already dripping for me.”
“S-Shut up.” You stutter out as your cheeks warm, but he doesn’t allow you to feel embarrassed for very long.
He lets himself be pulled the rest of the way up and quickly claims your lips with his own. His warm fingers continue to coat themselves between your thighs and a shiver rocks up your spine as his thumb presses against your clit. Keigo swallowed your whines as his finger teased your entrance, dipping further for a brief moment before pulling away.
You drop your hold of Keigo’s hair and begin to tug at the waistband of your leggings. Keigo pulled away at your frustrated grumble. As if reading your mind, Keigo pulled his hand from beneath the fabric and tucked his fingers beneath the band to tug it from your legs. It was, evidently, not fast enough for you.
“Take them off, take them off.” You ordered, wiggling beneath Keigo in some sort of attempt to help. Your foot nearly collided with Keigo’s chin and he let out a grunt as he tried to wrangle your legs and keep them still.
“Did you put on the tightest leggings you could find?” Keigo growled, managing to get a grip on the hem once again and yanked them further down your legs. “I was gonna look at your ass anyway .”
“You’re so romantic.” Your attempt at sarcasm was nearly lost at the small moan that bubbled past your lips as Keigo tossed the leggings aside and continued his administrations between your thighs, keeping his distance to appreciate the view as his fingers disappeared inside of you.
“Like those shitty romance novels?” Keigo hummed, eyes half lidded and mouth parted as he crooked his fingers slightly, pulling another gasp from your lips. “I know you have them.”
“We’ll see how you measure up.” Conversation was difficult now. Your breath halted in your throat as Keigo’s thumb swept across your clit again, hips jerking forwards to chase the feeling. “You have big shoes to fill.”
“Shoes?” Keigo pressed further. He moved then, keeping his hand between your thighs, and placed himself over you once again. “Is that all I have to fill?”
You couldn’t think of an answer as you felt Keigo against your thigh, hard and straining against the confines of his sweatpants. Your fingers grabbed onto his hips and attempted to pull him on top of you completely. You wanted to feel him. Touch him. His hands continued to work within you despite your desperate hands.
“I don’t think I’ll have any problems with that.” Keigo’s mouth brushed against your neck, his scruff scratching against your sensitive flesh. He pressed a soft kiss just below your ear before speaking, voice rough and low. “Do you?”
The air was suddenly knocked from Keigo’s chest as your fingers were suddenly on him, having slipped beneath the band of his pants while he was distracted. His mouth falls open and he can’t help but let out a strangled groan as you stroked him quickly, roughly.
“Let’s see.” You murmured and tightened your hand on him just slightly. Just enough to get him to forget where he was, who he was, and how to breathe.
Keigo scrambled to shove his pants down, your own hands fumbling to help rid the remainder of the barriers between you. His length is pressed against you and you shudder as you feel him slicking himself in between your thighs. Despite the rush, despite the deepening desperation and desire, he takes his time. He eases into you slowly, stopping every-so-often to feel you clench and twitch around him. Your nails dig into his hips, urging him forwards, urging him to move , but he only seems to go slower.
“So fucking pretty,” Kiego mutters, his voice hitching slightly as you cant your hips towards his length. He gripped your waist firmly, hard enough to leave bruises, to keep you still. “Ah, ah, baby bird, I want to take my time with you.”
Your thighs tremble around him.
“Good girl,” Keigo hummed. “Such a good girl for me.”
Your chest is heaving with each breath, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip to keep from shoving yourself fully towards Keigo. He’d already proven that his strong hands would keep you where he wanted you. And so you remained where you were, shivering below him in anticipation for his next move.
He doesn’t move.
Instead, he showers you in soft words and praises. You’re so wet that it's easy for him to fill you and he tells you so. You're so tight that it's like a vice around him and tells you so.
He bottoms out and holds himself still within you, hands flat against your stomach, and still the words do not stop. They turn sweet and soft. Delicate little flowers that bloom between the two of you and fill you with such warmth you feel as though you might burst. They fall from his lips like prayers, like confessions, and he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed.
You’re beautiful, and he tells you so. You’re his, and he tells you so.
He wants to savor this. Savor you.
“Kei,” You whimpered, one hand buried in your hair and the other still gripping Keigo’s hip like a lifeline. He could feel your thighs tremble against him as they wrapped tighter and tighter around his waist. You tilted your hips just slightly and dragged a gasp from your own lips at the budding pleasure coiling in your stomach.
“Yes, baby bird?” Keigo runs a hand up your stomach to your chest, idly rubbing his thumb across a perked nipple.
You let out a choked moan and drop your hand to his to grip it tightly.
“What was that?” He teased lightly.
You attempt to speak again, but his fingers tighten their hold on you and a gasp takes over whatever words you were putting together.
“Use your words, Y/N.”
“ Please. ” You gasped out quickly before he could do anything further.
“Please, what?” Keigo smoothed his other hand across your thigh, gently tracing patterns there as you trembled beneath him.
“Move,” You groaned, digging your heels into his back harshly. “Please,” Words were hard. You swallowed around another sharp moan before finishing your initial thought. “Kei, please fuck me .”
“Oh, is that all?” Keigo smiles and it looks dangerous.
Luckily, he doesn’t tease or continue to drag words from you. Keigo pulls out of you slowly. So fucking slowly. It takes nearly all of Keigo’s control to keep from snapping his hips forwards again, driving himself deeper into you. Not that you would mind, but he keeps his pace steady.
He waits a beat, having nearly pulled entirely out, before inching forwards again. He draws a small ‘oh’ from you as your head falls to the side, eyes half-lidded and mouth falling open. Keigo repeats the movements again and again, dragging his length against your walls so slowly it nearly hurts. He can feel the muscles in his stomach tighten and relax with each movement, straining to keep the pace so painfully slow.
“Fuck,” Keigo groans, lips parted and breath puffing against your thigh as he leans over you. “So fucking--” Another muffled moan interupts him as he pulls out bit by bit. “It’s like your sucking me in, baby.”
“Oh, god,” You throw an arm over your face to hide your embarrassment, but end up shoving your fist over your mouth to stop another shameless cry from escaping.
“C’mon now,” Keigo’s fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist to tug your hand away from your mouth. “I wanna hear my songbird sing.”
You hold firm and his smile sharpens.
“I said,” Keigo’s grip tightens and soon he managed to have both your wrists pinned above your head as he rolled his hips slowly forwards. “ Sing .”
This time, there was no hiding thet slow moan that dragged from deep within your chest. His movements were slow and steady and fucking torturous. You didn’t hold back your hitched breaths or soft sighs with each shift of his hips and Keigo seemed content to simply listen to your gentle moans. His dark eyes trailed over your form with each slow roll of hips, his lips quirked up along the edges with any particularly breathy groans.
Finally, Keigo pressed further into you and held himself up over you with his forearms. He released his grip on your wrist and you immediately reached up and around his neck to drag him down for a kiss. Keigo is so deep that each twitch of his hips has you seeing stars. Your hands trail down to drag against his exposed chest, nails trailing lazily across his skin. Keigo lets out a deep moan as one of your nails catch against his nipple. The kiss is slow and unhurried, lips sliding against one another and tongues just barely brushing together. Keigo’s slow thrusts did not falter as you began to rock back into his movements, earning a few sighs from Keigo.
Keigo shifted until he was kneeling. He lifted you just slightly to keep your hips locked together, resting your ass along his thighs while your top half remained on the ground. Your arms reached high over your head, stretching out in front of Keigo as you lay lounging in the middle of the living room. You might have felt overly exposed or cold in such a position, but Keigo’s dark gaze and pleased expression was enough to make your skin hot and prickly.
“Look at my pretty baby bird,” Keigo chuckled darkly, bearing down on you with each slow thrust. “All stretched out for me. Just me.”
“Mm,” You arched your back as the pressure built in your stomach.
“You like when I fuck you nice and slow, hm?” His hands ran lightly across your thighs as he spoke, thumbs dipping towards where his cock disappeared into you.
“Yes,” You nodded your head up and down, nearly smacking it against the floor from the force of it. “Want--”
A soft grasp pulled from your lips as you spoke.
“What do you want, baby?” Keigo purred, fingers gripping your thighs tightly. “Let me give you what you want.”
“I want,” You licked your lips and stared up at Keigo through your lashes. “Want your cock.”
“Ah, fuck.” Keigo breathed, hips stuttering slightly.
“Want more.” You rocked your hips to meet his thrusts, the words coming easier now that you caught him by surprise. “Fuck me fast and hard. I need it. God , Keigo, I--”
“Yeah,” He hissed, eyes wild and blown out as he looked at you. “Yeah.”
Keigo’s hips paused once he pulled out of your wet heat nearly completely. He held still for an agonizing moment, just out of reach, and his eyes found yours before he snapped his hips forwards. The change in pace was sudden and fierce and pulled a small cry from your lips. His thrusts are sharp and quick and left you gasping beneath him. Your hands scrambled against the rug beneath you until they found their way to Keigo’s hands gripping your waist and held on. Each sharp thrust pounded into you and grazed the pressure building up inside of you with each roll of Keigo’s hips. It was all too much. A sharp cry tore from your throat, strangled and sudden. Your body nearly gives out as shockwaves roll through you, tipping you over the edge and into orgasm.
“Ah, fuck--” Keigo growls lowly. “So fucking beautiful. That’s right, baby bird, feels so fucking good .”
Keigo slowed his hips just slightly to coax soft whines from you as you ride out the waves of your climax. The walls around Keigo trembled and tightened and it was nearly painful not to allow himself to simply fall into your pleasure. The desire for release was nearly too great.
Before long, Keigo was moving again. His hips rolled forwards and snapped against you, the sound of skin against skin nearly drowned out completely by your soft sounds and Keigo’s labored breathing. Though you are still twitching and blissed out from your orgasm, you soon begin to match Keigo’s sharp thrusts with your own. Your hips jerked forwards each time Keigo drove deeper and deeper into you, your movements in tandem with one another and soon a familiar rhythm was found.
You attempted to sit up, your hips rutting desperately against Keigo’s. You could already feel the building pressure in your stomach again as Keigo’s thrusts refused to let up. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist and heaved you the rest of the way up, remaining in his kneeled position as your hands gripped his shoulders.
Nails dug into Keigo’s shoulders sharply and, though Keigo hissed at the feeling, his pace never faltered. Your hips jerked desperately against his own, chasing the remnants of your orgasm. Your fingers gripped Keigo’s hair and yanked his head back, earning a sharp groan from Keigo and a falter in his thrusts. Heat coiled in your belly at the sight of his head thrown back, throat bared and lips swollen.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Keigo chanted with each sharp thrust.
You dropped your head to press wet, sloppy kisses along Keigo’s neck. He let out a sharp cry as your teeth sank into the soft flesh at his neck, feeling a flash of pride at the effect you had on him. Your fingers tightened in his hair and you pulled his head back even further, earning another sob from Keigo. Teeth dragged against sensitive flesh while your tongue soothed the places you sank your teeth into.
With renewed efforts, Keigo pounded into you, hips snapping up from a new angle. You let out a loud cry, dropping your hold on his hair to grab onto his shoulder once again. Keigo craned his neck up and claimed your lips with his own, tasting your moans on his tongue as he licked into your mouth.
A choked gasp escaped you as you pulled away, eyes darting down to where you and Keigo met. You watched, transfixed, as Keigo’s cock disappeared inside of you. Keigo’s hand had drifted between where your stomachs met and his thumb brushed purposefully against your swollen clit once again. A bubbling sob fell from your lips.
“C’mon, baby,” Keigo murmured softly, teeth dragging against your collarbone as he spoke. His thumb was rubbing small circles against you now, bringing you closer and closer to your next organsm. “Gonna make you feel so good. So fucking good. Come on, baby bird, come on my cock.” Keigo’s words were breathless now and you were certain he wasn’t even aware of what he was saying, but each word was punctuated with a sharp shove of his cock. “Come on my cock. Yeah, yeah, good girl. My good--”
Keigo didn’t get a chance to finish as any resolve you had of holding off on your second orgasm flew out the window. It crashes into you again and you couldn’t do much else but hold on. Your back arched, trapping Keigo’s hand between you, and your hands held on to Keigo’s shoulders to keep from collapsing completely. Trembles rock through your body and you couldn’t seem to care about the noises you were making, loud and breathless and broken.
Keigo’s pace didn’t let up as he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm. He laid you down on your back as you trembled from the force, rocking his hips back and forth as wave after wave overtook you.
You go willingly, malleable and lax in his arms.
It doesn’t take long for Keigo to follow after, hips snapping forwards once, twice, before stilling inside of you. His body is bowed forwards, hands gripping your thighs tightly as his orgasm shudders through him.
“Fuck.” He growled and dropped to the side to keep from collapsing on top of you. His arms felt weak and he was certain his legs would be sore tomorrow from kneeling for so long, but Keigo couldn’t find it in him to care much about that.
You let out a small sound as Keigo pulled out, instinctually curving your body towards him. He opened his arm for you and you wiggled closer, dropping your head against his shoulder as you both fought to catch their breath.
“Did we really just fuck on the floor?” You wondered aloud, voice entirely blissful.
“Yeah.” Keigo panted.
“I don’t know when the last time I cleaned it was.” You admitted, lifting your head to get a better look at him.
“Cleaned?” His voice was dazed and he didn’t seem to completely comprehend just what you had meant by that.
You were entirely distracting with your swollen lips and wild hair and Keigo couldn’t stop himself from pressing a kiss to your lips. You let out a low sigh and pressed into the kiss and wrapped an arm lazily across Keigo’s stomach. You both stayed like that for a few moments, still unable to get enough of each other.
Keigo pulled away with a hum, a slow smirk on his face as you chased his lips and pressed a few more kisses against him.
“I need to shower.” You murmured against his lips, once again pulling away. Despite your words, you made no move to get up.
“Okay.” Keigo thumbed at a forming bruise along your collarbone. He didn’t seem upset by his own forming across his throat.
“I can’t move.” You sighed, dropping back to lay against the floor. “My legs are Jell-O. You made my legs Jell-O. This is your fault.”
Keigo let out a startled laugh and sat up, combing a hand through his messy hair, a slight tingle going through him at the memory of you pulling it. His scalp tingled. He reached a hand forward and brushed his knuckles gently along your cheek. The gesture was tame and far gentler than what you’d just done, but it managed to send your heart into spasms and your cheeks warmed at the attention.
“Looks like I’ll have to carry you.”
“It’s the least you could do.” You smirked playfully only half-joking.
However, Keigo was entirely serious. He managed to find his footing and shoved an arm under your back and legs and heaved you both off the ground in one fluid motion. You let out a squeak of surprise and wrapped your arms around Keigo’s shoulders. Keigo offered a wide grin and wagged his eyebrows at you as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom.
“How’s that for romance?”
“This isn’t the bathroom.” You pointed out as you were dropped into your bed.
“Yeah, well,” Keigo stood at the edge of your bed and tilted his head. “I’m not entirely done with you just yet.”