Sirius licks along Kieren's bottom lip, tasting the hint of his own come after the smear of his finger and only hoping Kieren can taste it as well and that it's not entirely repulsive. He's always liked the taste himself, for the most part. Not of his own necessarily, but others.

He's still grinning when he pulls back and he hums softly. "Have you?" he says, failing rather spectacularly in his attempt to not feel smug. "Was it decent then? Adequate?"