"I'm a young, growing lad," Sirius argues with another breathless laugh, turning his head enough that Kieren's hair tickles his nose. His hips keeping moving, trying to meet the rhythm of Kieren's fingers before he lets out a quiet, needy whine.

"Have you--" he starts, before cutting himself off with a grin. "Here," he says, letting to of his cock and easing back enough for Kieren's fingers to slip free. He shifts then, rolling onto his belly, his hips raised as he shoots Kieren a grin over his shoulder. "Is it okay like this?" he asks, a tad nervously.