Kieren's resistance is like a splash of cold, though it lasts only a second, Sirius's frown easily relaxing as Kieren shoves Sirius's shirt back into his hands. It's strangely heady, actually, the idea that Kieren has a plan and he grins easily again as he ducks back into his shirt, tugging the fabric down over his chest before stepping in close once more.

"To be honest, they all essentially boil down to desperately wanting to get you under me," he says, his time just barely managing to keep his hands to himself, though his lips hover just a breath above Kieren's. "Or over," he adds with an easy shrug. "Not too fussed about position, really. Do you think I could feel inside you?"