If not for the strain in Kieren's voice, Sirius might mistake the statement for utterly casual. As it is, he can only laugh, his own breath caught high in his throat as he pushes Kieren's shirt up slightly with one hand, just far enough to get his hand on bare, cool skin. The other he leaves loosely wrapped around Kieren's wrist, not yet guiding him any lower, letting Kieren make that decision if he so chooses.

He does step closer, however, their noses nearly touching. "And I'd like to kiss you," he says, a warning, though he doesn't wait for Kieren to give permission before closing the space between them, tipping into the brush of lips on lips, closing his eyes and desperately hoping he can feel what Sirius feels, that isn't strange or uncomfortable, that it's nothing but this pure, blinding want.