"Every single little thing," he says, each word breathed out and punctuated with sheer joy as he slowly slides his hands away, wiping at the covers (while feeling a bit germy at the same time) and nudging Sirius onto his side so Kieren can follow, wrapping his arms around his hips. "I know you have to stop that spell," he murmurs, still mumbling into Sirius' shoulder, "but not yet. Please?"