Sirius lets out a breath as Kieren eases his fingers free, feeling strangely empty as he rolls onto his side, Kieren immediately pressing in close, lips brushing Sirius's shoulder as their legs tangle.

"No, not yet," Sirius agrees, ignoring the purpose of the spell for the moment to greedily run his hand up Kieren's chest and gently around his neck, drawing him up into a kiss. It feels imperative somehow, a bone-deep need to taste Kieren's mouth, to feel his tongue and swallow his breath. To hold onto this for just a little bit longer.