“You better not have AIDS or some shit,” Oliver groaned, loving the feel of their mixing blood anyway. It dripped out from between their palms and onto the seat. He wrapped his legs around Keith’s hips as he ground his hips up, crying out softly at the delicious friction. “C’mon, fuck me already!” He pulled Keith back in for another kiss, pretty sure that his tongue was bitten and was now bleeding, he just wasn’t sure who’s teeth had done it.