As utterly appealing as it is, Sirius shakes his head, lips parting on another slightly strangled groan as he works his own hand in the rhythm he's mastered after many, many years.

"Want you just to feel it," he says. His hair hangs over his face and his eyes never leave Kieren's even as he works himself faster. Harder. "Just-- just focus on it. This sensation. How I feel with my hand on my cock as I look at you. You got me this way, Kieren. Got me so hard I could burst."