The swell of pride is expected after those words, but it's still incredible nonetheless. This feeling is more than he's ever had before and he feels it swimming through his body, like a ghost pressure that he needs to alleviate, but doesn't want to because it's a better sensation than anything he's had in so very long. "Sirius," he manages, a mangled attempt at his name when he does just close his eyes and feel it.

The hair on his face, the hand on himself, the need for release.