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Kieren lets out a sudden needy moan, the throatiness surprising even himself given how little he's expected to feel like that. Breathless, he tangles his fingers in Sirius' hair and gives a little pull, even more amazed when he feels that himself. He yanks on Sirius to pull him towards the bedroom, stumbling as they go because he can hardly keep control of his own two feet as the arousal starts to overwhelm him.

"Sirius, oh my god," he breathlessly murmurs, like praise.

It's obvious Kieren is feeling something given the sound he makes and the way his fingers quickly tangle in Sirius's hair before grabbing at him and dragging him toward the bedroom. Sirius manages to have enough presence of mind to magic the stove off before he's tripping through the door into his room, pulling Kieren in with him.

He breaks away only long enough to strip his shirt off before his hands are immediately at the bottom hem of Kieren's sweater, pushing it upward, hands sliding over smooth cool skin.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he murmurs, voice rough as he pulls Kieren into another kiss. "How badly I want you. D'you have any idea what all I've thought of."

"N-no, wait," he gets out strangled, trying to keep his shirt on. He bends down to pick Sirius' back up, too, because he's got this idea in his mind, but he wants to follow it through. "If I get to feel it, it's happening to you, which means I want to do it at the same time, like I can trick myself into thinking it's really me," he says.

"I want to do this right," he says, firmly. He can be stubborn, this he knows, but he figures he's only got one chance to feel this for the first time. "You can tell me about those thoughts while you redress," he jokes.

Kieren's resistance is like a splash of cold, though it lasts only a second, Sirius's frown easily relaxing as Kieren shoves Sirius's shirt back into his hands. It's strangely heady, actually, the idea that Kieren has a plan and he grins easily again as he ducks back into his shirt, tugging the fabric down over his chest before stepping in close once more.

"To be honest, they all essentially boil down to desperately wanting to get you under me," he says, his time just barely managing to keep his hands to himself, though his lips hover just a breath above Kieren's. "Or over," he adds with an easy shrug. "Not too fussed about position, really. Do you think I could feel inside you?"

Kieren reaches over for the hem of Sirius' shirt, holding there for a moment. "Okay," he says. "Okay, so this time, you take my shirt off the same time as I take off yours," he insists. "So it'll feel like it's actually coming off me," he says, but he falters when Sirius says words like 'inside you'. "I mean, you could fuck me. And it'd feel as if I were fucking myself, I suppose."

"Which is...not a sentence I ever thought I'd say. Shirt off, now," he demands.

"Okay," Sirius says, smoothing his hands down the front of Kieren's shirt. He isn't quite sure how it'll work with their arms possibly getting tangled, but he's willing to try. He wants to try. He moves slowly so Kieren can mirror him, fingertips slipping just beneath the hem as he lets out a quiet laugh.

"That does sound a bit strange," he agrees, though he can't deny the burn still under his skin. "Maybe we can work up to that. Or," he adds, the thought suddenly occurring to him as he leans into Kieren's touch, "I could feel inside myself a bit. I've not really done it before, but... but I could."

Kieren lets out an embarrassed laugh, so overwhelmed by the ridiculity of this, but willing to go with it, because he's practically trembling with need. "Maybe you could tell me what you have done," he suggests as he starts to take off Sirius' shirt, shivering as he feels it.

When his own goes, he stares, for a long moment, at the scars on his arms, slightly ashamed.

"Afraid that's not going to be the longest conversation," he says, pushing Kieren's shirt up higher, trying to match Kieren's work on his own, inhaling as he presses against Kieren's hands.

He ducks out of his own shirt only after Kieren's is also on the ground and he steps in closer, reaching to tip Kieren's face up to his own and away from his scars. "I've mostly been with women," he says, by way of distraction rather than revelation. After all, Kieren knows most of this already. "Though I did some things with my mates back at school. Mutual wanking, thank sort of thing. And then... then men in pubs and alleys. I've sucked cock before. Many times. Is this the kind of thing you want to hear?"

"Yeah," Kieren says, his fingers greedy as they touch Sirius in all the places he can find. "What if I were to do that? What if I were to get down on my knees and do that, but for you. And then I'll be able to feel it too. I've never had that done for me before," he says. "Doubt I'll be much good," he jokes. "First timer and all."

"Fuck," Sirius breathes, heat rushing straight down his spine at even so simple an offer. He wonders if Kieren can feel that too, that reaction, or if the way Sirius's dick jerks in his trousers is enough.

A bit light-headed, he sways forward, grateful for Kieren stood before him so he doesn't fall to his knees himself. He leans in close enough to press forehead to forehead and lets out a shaky breath with a nod. "I'd-- Well, to say I'd like that feels a bit of an understatement. D'you want to? Merlin, what I wouldn't give to make you come, but if this the closest we'll get, I'll take it."

He does feel it, like a jolt through him, and his eyes light up with a playful amusement to feel how worked up he's managing to get Sirius. "I never got the chance before," he says, "but I always thought about it. More than you know," he admits, thinking of the countless times he and Rick were in the den and he'd thought about getting to his knees before him.

"I can't come, my body won't let me. I can make you, though."

Dumbly, Sirius nods, still leaning heavily against Kieren, his hands wandering to the waistband of Kieren's jeans, tugging at the top buttons.

"Yes, you can make me," he agrees, growing more breathless by the second. "And if you do, you might feel it, too. Obviously, I know it won't feel exactly the same, but it could be the next best thing to actually coming yourself, perhaps. I can promise you, I've never once had a single complaint about any orgasm I've been provided."

"Just tell me if I'm doing it badly," Kieren insists and reaches forward to help unbutton Sirius' trousers, taking his time to enjoy the way it feels for him, the brush of fabric on hips, the tingling sensation of anticipation, and always that thread of arousal. He slides down to his knees and stares up at Sirius as he gets him out of his pants and strokes his cock, just the once, trying to fight off his nerves.

Then, he decides it's best to just go for it, and he takes Sirius deep in his mouth, unrestricted by a gag reflex as he is. Of course, the sudden bolt of experience is not planned for and his whole body nearly convulses with it.

His clumsy attempts at unfastening Kieren's trousers are quickly aborted when Kieren succeeds in undoing Sirius's first, cool hands slipping beneath the waistband and shoving the fabric down to Sirius's mid thighs. Kieren is suddenly already on his knees. Every bit of blood in Sirius's body seems to rush south and he sways forward, balancing himself unsteadily on Kieren's shoulder for a moment before his fingers slide into the hair at the nape of his neck.

There's a hand already curled around him, stroking him from base to tip and he shudders immediately, breath catching half a second later when he feels Kieren's mouth on him instead, a wetness sliding down clear to the root.

"Kieren." It nearly comes out a yelp, legs shaking as his fingers clumsily slip up Kieren's smooth cheek. He manages to keep himself from rocking forward though just barely. "Merlin, that's-- that's good. That's... shit, it's so good."

It's a strange thing, feeling what Sirius is while he's the one providing it. The lack of sensation, taste, and everything else makes him very singular in what he's doing. All he can tell is that when he's doing well, the peals of lust almost make him falter, so he reaches up to grab hold of Sirius by the hips and hold him in place to get a little better leverage.

And the minute he feels that hard grip on himself, it's another dizzy spell waiting to happen.

Kieren's surprisingly strong hands curl around Sirius's hips, holding him in place, and Sirius stills with another shudder, head tipping back as Kieren's mouth continues on him, taking him impossibly deep.

He feels nearly mindless with how good it feels, can only imagine how it must be for Kieren right now, to both be providing as well as feelings this pleasure. He wonders if Kieren can feel the weight of Sirius's dick in his mouth or the stretch of his throat, or if instead he's only feeling wet warmth surrounding his cock, the hard press of fingers around his hips.

It's that idea that makes him remove his hand from Kieren's hair and instead bring it to his own, curling in the thick, wavy strands and tugging lightly in the way he'd like to tug Kieren's. His hips buck forward instinctively and he settles his other hand low on his belly where he can feel his own shaky breathing as well as the light trail of hair below his navel.

The yelp he gives is slightly undignified, but the truth is that it feels so absolutely deliriously incredible and the sounds he's making could be so much worse. He feels like he's swimming in pleasure, dizzy with it, and it drives him to go faster, mouth working past lack of sensation because he's feeding a circle of delight, making him feel so, so good.

He slides his fingers up and down Sirius' hips, moaning happily when he feels that shiver down his spine.

There is something far too delicious in that sound, that tiny little yelp Kieren makes with Sirius's cock still in his mouth. It makes Sirius shudder anew and he slides one hand down his torso to settle his fingers over Kieren's where they lie on his hips.

The pleasure of his mouth intense, Sirius swaying under the force of it, his hips rolling forward into wet, impossible heat as he whimpers slightly. "Kieren-- Kieren, mate, you're gonna make me come. Fuck, how are you even doing that?" Because Kieren's mouth is taking him in so deep, deep enough Sirius can feel his cock sliding down the back of Kieren's throat, can feel muscles contracting around him, sending fire all up his spine. It'll take seconds at this rate to shatter him completely.

It turns out being undead may have some perks after all, at least when it comes to giving pleasure to his boyfriend (is Sirius his boyfriend? They never really did sit down and have that conversation, did they), but the feeling of a mouth around his cock when it's him giving the pleasure is something that takes a moment to adjust to, but once he does, all he wants to do is make Sirius come.

Although...

He eases back, enough to speak. "I can't swallow," he reminds Sirius, knowing he'll have to spit, so now he takes his time at the head of Sirius' cock, lavishing attention there.

It's all Sirius can do to remain standing, every muscle in his body coiling tight as Kieren's mouth works over him. And then Kieren is pulling back and off and Sirius gasps, the tension under his skin unspooling as he stares down at him.

"Oh," he breathes before letting out a quiet, hushed laugh, and nodding. "Yes, of course. Just, please--"

And Kieren does, ducking once more to take Sirius into his mouth, tongue swirling over the tip, taking his time as Sirius shivers above him. Sirius again runs a hand up his stomach and chest, touching himself the way he'd love to touch Kieren, fingertips passing over one nipple as his hips rock forward.

Kieren has made the mistake of closing his eyes, which means that he doesn't see where Sirius is putting his hands. It makes him cry out, a sudden thing that would have him coming if he had the ability. Part of him is now just grateful he can't get hard, because he'd be aching with it, pleading Sirius for some relief. As it stands, he's the one to offer it, so he swallows him deep again, eager to give them both a climax.

Kieren's mouth goes slack once more, a delicious little cry pushing past his throat and Sirius can't help but grin through his own pleasure. He slides one hand down again, feeling Kieren's soft hair against his fingertips, his back bowing as, with the other, he pinches one nipple between thumb and forefinger.

It sends a jolt straight down his spine, his cock jerking between Kieren's lips, and his legs shaking. "Shall I-- shall I warn you?" he asks, barely capable of stringing words together at all.

He nods, best as he can, even though his space to do it is limited. He figures that's the warning that he's going to get and he rises to his feet to try and tangle his limbs around Sirius' as he tugs him towards a flat surface. "Who says you can't do it on me?" he challenges with a teasing smirk.

"Fucking hell," Sirius breathes, laughing in delight as he stumbles forward, strapped with his jeans still clinging halfway down his thighs.

Luckily, his bed is only feet away and Kieren drops onto it, Sirius half fumbling, half crawling after him. He makes quick work of his boots, pants, and trousers before, grinning, he follows, grunting softly when he takes himself in hand again, his weight supported on one arm as he grins down at Kieren. "Want to be covered, do you?" he says, biting his lip as the pleasure coils once more low in his balls.

"If I can't come myself, why not the next best thing," he suggests, not breathless because he doesn't need to draw in breath, but he doesn't mind the appearance of it, especially when confronted with Sirius looming above him so very nicely. "Do you need my hand on you again? Maybe my mouth?" he suggests.