“You-ah- sure I’m not going to just kill you?” Oliver said with a smirk, biting his lip as he stroked his thumb over the head of his cock, sucking in a sharp breath as Keith took his clothes off. He was already thinking about how easy it would be to just plunge the knife between Keith’s ribs as they fucked. But he didn’t want to kill him. At least, not until he got off. Maybe never. Was there a chance they could do this again?