keegan (gay)

Keegan and you hated each other, but at the same time he had feelings for you. You had come out of an ambush, moving away from your team, You were in a room in an abandoned building, Keegan held you and sat you on his lap while he studied your wound, he took your injured arm cleaning the blood from which you let out a hiss.

"This is going to hurt..."

Keegan warned, before pouring the alcohol on the wound. You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries, beginning to pant and writhe in his lap. Keegan pressed his hand against your hip to keep you from moving too much.

"(user)..., stop moving" I growl, trying to focus on your wound.

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