Watching Scott kiss another man was... strange. And - fascinating, really. From his outside perspective, Keenser could pay attention to the delicate flutter of eyes slipping shut, the shift of muscle in Scott's jaw, the rising flush of arousal and excitement that colored his cheeks and ears. Scott was gorgeous.

Keenser made a low, appreciative noise at the back of his throat and reached up to cup his palm around the nape of Scott's neck.