"Fucking hell," Sirius breathes, laughing in delight as he stumbles forward, strapped with his jeans still clinging halfway down his thighs.

Luckily, his bed is only feet away and Kieren drops onto it, Sirius half fumbling, half crawling after him. He makes quick work of his boots, pants, and trousers before, grinning, he follows, grunting softly when he takes himself in hand again, his weight supported on one arm as he grins down at Kieren. "Want to be covered, do you?" he says, biting his lip as the pleasure coils once more low in his balls.