Gaze still intent on Kieren's face, Sirius gives a quick, sure nod and slides his hand further down the length of Kieren's forearm until his fingertips reach skin, grazing lightly over the heel of Kieren's hand. He lifts his other hand to rest on Kieren's shoulder, squeezing gently to feel the the bone and muscle beneath his grip as he steps in just slightly closer.

"If it's ever too much, tell me," he says, his hand on Kieren's shoulder, slipping higher to graze the skin just above his collar. "We can still adjust as needed. Or stop entirely, of course."