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Kieren's not entirely sure what a person is supposed to do when preparing to perform a spell. Do you bring snacks? Do you plan with all sorts of emergency things? As it is, he's brought a pair of handcuffs and himself over to Sirius', thinking it best to do it where the other man is familiar with the territory. He swears that this is going to be right and Magnus seems well-convinced that it won't go awry.

When the explanations are through and it's time to try things, Kieren finds himself a touch wary yet, but he has enough faith and hope that he's willing to do this. Grinning at Sirius with a lopsided and fond thing, he waits until their guest has gone and takes a deep breath.

"Okay," he says. "How do we start all this?" he wonders.

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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.

As utterly appealing as it is, Sirius shakes his head, lips parting on another slightly strangled groan as he works his own hand in the rhythm he's mastered after many, many years.

"Want you just to feel it," he says. His hair hangs over his face and his eyes never leave Kieren's even as he works himself faster. Harder. "Just-- just focus on it. This sensation. How I feel with my hand on my cock as I look at you. You got me this way, Kieren. Got me so hard I could burst."

The swell of pride is expected after those words, but it's still incredible nonetheless. This feeling is more than he's ever had before and he feels it swimming through his body, like a ghost pressure that he needs to alleviate, but doesn't want to because it's a better sensation than anything he's had in so very long. "Sirius," he manages, a mangled attempt at his name when he does just close his eyes and feel it.

The hair on his face, the hand on himself, the need for release.

Part of Sirius wants to close his eyes and just sink into the sensation, give over and let Kieren feel every single bit of this, but Sirius is often selfish and he can't bear to look away away right now. So he keeps his eyes open, focusing intently on Kieren's expression instead, on his wide eyes and parted lips, the way he seems to have stopped breathing.

"Fuck." It comes out a harsh grunt, Kieren's strangled moan slicing right through him and he feels his back bow as he pushes himself closer to the brink, his grip tight, legs shaking. "Fuck, fuck, I-- Kieren."

It crashes over him then, cock pulsing as he spills over his fingers and Kieren's chest and belly, painting his pale skin in streaks of come.

Kieren lets out a gasp when Sirius comes, his whole body tense and finally giving way to unexpected relief that floods over him in waves and waves of pleasure. He closes his eyes, but his lips are curved upwards with tremulous joy, laughing brightly as he drags his fingers over his stomach and through Sirius' come.

"Oh, you feel good," he praises. "And it's making me feel good."

Sirius is still shaking, still breathing hard as he half collapses onto Kieren, his fingers slick and sticky as he lets out his own bright, rough laugh.

"Bit of an understatement, that," he says, grinning wide. The euphoria is still rushing through him, sending shivers all down his spine. Carefully, he brushes slick fingers along Kieren's jaw and bottom lip before leaning in to press a light kiss to his lips.

Kieren tugs Sirius closer, not willing to let him go even an inch further than he has to. He grins into that kiss, unable to help his pure joy, as giddy as he's ever been. "That was my first orgasm with someone else," he shares. "I've only ever had them on my own before."

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?"

Kieren shivers as he marvels at the strangeness of the taste on his lips. After so long of tasting empty nothingness, it's a thrill to know that this is something. Something more than he's had for years. "It was really amazing," he shares, running his fingers over Sirius' back so he can experience the sensation himself.

Kieren's fingers slide down Sirius's back, smoothing over the light sheen of sweat there and making Sirius shiver. He's comfortable like this, sprawled over Kieren, kissing languidly as he lets out a low hum.

"So this one works then," Sirius says with a quiet laugh, smoothing a few strands of hair from Kieren's brow. "I love seeing you so overcome. Selfish, I know, but it's a beautiful sight."

"It feels amazing, too, even if it's you who's feeling it," he says, shivering as Sirius strokes his hair aside, making him grin as he leans into the touch. "Just stay there, I want to kiss your skin and see how that feels," he encourages, eyes falling shut as he shivers, starting to mouth his way along.

"It seems to work out favourably for the both of us," Sirius replies with a laugh that swiftly melts into a breathy moan as Kieren's lips trail to the column of Sirius's through, wet and warm.

He stays just as still as directed for a few moments before, grinning, he hooks an arm around Kieren's middle and rolls so that he's on his back with Kieren atop him now. His hands smooth over bare skin as he lets his head drop back against the bed, lips curved in a grin. "Thought this might be easier," he explains, shifting slightly to get comfortable beneath Kieren's weight. "I give you full permission to kiss and lick and touch me anywhere you'd like."

Kieren laughs when suddenly his balance is thrown out from under him and Sirius turns them around. He cups Sirius' cheek and pushes all that hair backwards, a fond look on his face as he starts to duck down and start another slow slide of lips over all that waiting skin, shivering when he feels the light prickles of it on himself.

Kieren grins down at him, his hands on Sirius's cheeks and then brushing the hair from Sirius's face, a touch that's somehow gentle and profoundly intimate. His blood hums and his breath hitches slightly as Kieren ducks down to brush a kiss to the curve of Sirius's jaw and down his neck.

He smooths his own hands over Kieren's sides and around to his back, fingertips sliding down the dip of his spine and he swears he feels Kieren shiver, a flicker of his own sensation reflected back at him. He tips his head back, inviting more with a soft breath, lips still twitched in a grin. "Is it strange?" he asks, voice catching slightly in his throat. "Feeling what you do to me?"

"Sort of like an echo," he shares, shivering as another one of those lovely strange feelings pulses through him. He runs his hand over Sirius' stomach considerately, enjoying the soft rush it pushes through him, like a ghostly tingle. "It makes me glad to know that I can make you so happy," he shares, overly fond.

"Honestly, 'happy' hardly seems to cover it," Sirius says with another breathy laugh, his stomach clenching under the graze of Kieren's hands. He can't stop touching himself, his fingers sinking into Kieren's short hair as he bites down on the urge to roll his hips. "Never done something like this, you know. With someone else."

"Really? I find that so difficult to believe," he points out, sucking a kiss into Sirius' hip until he can evoke a mark with his tongue. "You're gorgeous and smart and funny," he praises. "I had my eye on you since the first time we met, but I didn't think I really had a chance, now did I?"

A tremor runs up Sirius's spine at the wet, sucking kiss and he lets out a shuddered breath, shaking on a laugh. Remembering how Kieren had reacted before, Sirius settles one hand over his chest, two fingers idly circling one nipple as his back arches.

"I've had sex," he clarifies, head tipped to watch Kieren, his eyes intent. He isn't sure how to describe what he means, to indicate it's not the sex but the intimacy of moments like this. And more than that, he's never particularly cared about his partner's pleasure in the way he cares about Kieren's. "It's not been like this, I mean. It was always just getting off."

Kieren hasn't, but he's already talked about that. He's wanted to, but being dead at eighteen throws a wrench into most of your plans, especially when you live in a small-minded town like Roarton. "What's this, then?" he asks, when he slides his fingers down Sirius' spine, taking his time to rub circles at the small of his back as he prepares himself for what he's about to do.

He's not disappointed when he slides those two fingers inside Sirius, that light press causing him to buck upwards with a loud shout.

It's not a touch Sirius is expecting even with Kieren's gentle, teasing touches. His muscles tense instinctively at the intrusion and he lets out a rough, surprised sound, hears it echoed by Kieren half a second later.

His wand is too far away, but Sirius had spent years and years perfecting certain wandless spells and he reaches down now as he whispers an incantation to make Kieren's touch suddenly much slicker. "This," he breathes shakily, his hand then wandering to curl around himself where he's already starting to harden once more. "This is different. Fuck."