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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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"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."

Kieren is smirking. It's not a particularly kind look, but there are times when Kieren isn't a particularly kind man and this may just happen to be one of them. "Oh, you're good," he moans when all of a sudden his fingers are slick without any lube having been applied. "I should've held out for a magic boyfriend all along."

Kieren's fingers slip deeper and Sirius spreads his legs, a silent plea for more as his back arches. "Yes, there's-- there are some things I'm good for," he says with a quiet, breathless laugh, one hand still curled gently around himself as he bears down against the press of Kieren's perfect fingers.

"Merlin, can you feel this?" he asks, biting his lip then as he gives his cock a slow, lazy tug.

Kieren's nails nearly scratch a blunt path when Sirius asks what he does, which is a fairly good indication that he definitely feels what Sirius is doing. "You're already good to go again?" he manages, a weak little murmur as he does his best to keep up.

Sirius lets out a sharp hiss at the feel of Kieren's nails in his skin and it soon melts into a rough, pleased laugh as he lifts his head. "Might do," he says with a grin before he drops back down again, rolling his hips once more. He's not yet fully hard, but if Kieren is going to insist on touching Sirius as he is, it shouldn't take too long at all. "Would that be a problem?"

"No," he manages breathlessly, pressing his slick fingers into Sirius again now that he has the chance, his own body prickling with all these new sensations. "No, I'm just impressed!" he manages with a delighted laugh, burying his grin into Sirius' shoulder as he bears in, as delighted as ever.

"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.

Kieren is one of those two things, seeing as 'growing' isn't exactly something that's going to turn up on his CV anytime soon. He gets tumbled loose unexpectedly and gives a mild cry of surprise, but it cedes to delight as he realises what they're doing. "No, this is good," he agrees, bearing down with intent as he slides both palms up the planes of Sirius' thighs, getting back to what he was doing. "Good?"

Kieren's hands slide up his thighs and over his hips and Sirius turns his face in toward the pillow, hiding the heat that floods his cheeks as Kieren slips two fingers back inside him. It's a different angle now and the sensation is undoubtedly more, the pillow muffling a shout as Sirius immediately rocks his hips back, his skin prickling all over with how good it feels.

"Bloody-- fuck," he groans, turning his head enough to suck in a breath, tilting enough to watch Kieren as best he can, his hips still moving. He's never had this, he almost wants to say. He's never had someone else's fingers up inside him, he's never wanted it quite like this.

The effect is instantaneous. He falters, forgetting everything he's doing when suddenly he feels the ripple effect of his actions buck through him, an overwhelming thing that he can hardly bear. It's beyond his wildest dreams and he has to grasp a handful of the beddings to steady himself and coax himself onwards, knowing that it will bring them both to a happier place.

"I don't know if I can do this without throwing myself into fits of distraction," he ekes out, trying to bite back the happy sounds his body wants to make.

Positioned as he is, he can't easily see Kieren's face or note his reactions. He can only go by the sounds he hears and the fumbling of his movements. It's enough, though. If nothing else, he can feel that Kieren is almost as undone by this as Sirius.

"Think-- Think of it as though you're wanking," he says around another sharp gasp, the sound melting into a groan as he presses his hips back again, silently begging. "Making yourself feel good through me. And Merlin, does it feel good."

He whimpers with frustration and joy at the feeling, at Sirius' words, a steady attention devoted using only his fingers. His mind is cloudy and there is a worry that he might lose some of his control, though he knows that pure happiness and joy shouldn't undo him and put him back to rabid.

"I've never felt like this," he gets out, a shuddering confession that's elated.

Kieren's fingers never stop, pumping into him slow and deep, making every muscle in Sirius's body wind tighter and tighter. He grips at the sheets, meeting ever slide of those long, amazing fingers, hips tilted upward as he sneaks a hand down to cup himself carefully, pressing into his hand instead of the sheets.

"Like what?" he asks on a soft, breathless gasp. "Like being buggered?"

It's a crude word, maybe. But it gets the point across. Sirius himself has never felt this either, though he isn't sure that's what Kieren meant at all.

"No," he manages, burying his face into Sirius' back. The words will be muffled when he speaks them, but maybe it's for the best for Sirius to have to strain to hear him. "Like I'm doing this and feeling so light and perfect and ..." He bites back the last bit. He's not sure it's deep enough in the relationship for him to start talking about love, but he has the feeling that's what is setting this apart.

He had the physical stuff with Simon, to a degree. And he'd had the love with Rick.

He's never had the both together, not until now.

There's a weight to Kieren's words, a heaviness that fills Sirius with an excitement he can't even hope to describe. There's a thrill there, an anxiety and an ache. They've fallen into a rhythm, Kieren's breath warm against his shoulder as he turns his wrist and presses deeper into Sirius's body.

"Yes," Sirius breathes, in encouragement and agreement both as he curls his hands around himself. "Merlin, Kieren. Don't stop. Want... want to come with you inside me. Want you to feel it."

"With my fingers? With me doing this to you?" Kieren gets out, brushing his nose back and forth against the hot skin underneath him. He slips his other hand around in order to wrap around Sirius' length again, just one last incentive to bring him to the end of this, to give him this sort of joy.

In truth, Sirius can think of other ways to have Kieren inside him, ways he knows aren't possible but that he can't help wanting. He tries to shove those thoughts aside, tries to focus only on the delicious press of Kieren's clever fingers as he nods, letting out another bright whimper as Kieren reaches beneath Sirius with his other hand, fingers tangling with his own where they're curled around himself.

"Bloody--" he grunts, giving into it then, his face pressed into the pillow. His words melt into a murmur, a repetitive, "Yes, yes, fuck yes. Kieren."

His mind reels with possibility as he thinks of inside, as he thinks of all the mad things they could try. He feels a little like he's melting, himself, and sags forward, collapsing over Sirius' body as he buries his face into his shoulder. "It's so strange," he exhales. "It's like I felt before, but not the same. It's different," he says, with amazement. "And wonderful."

Kieren never stops, his fingers driving in, perfectly relentless as Sirius feels himself begin to come undone. He's nearly mindless with the pleasure of it, Kieren's voice, Kieren's words only pushing him there faster until he's hurdling over the edge, shuddering as he pulses in Kieren's grip, muscles clenching around those amazing, incredible fingers.

He collapses a moment later, Kieren still draped atop his back as he struggles to catch his breath. "Bloody hell, I can't-- Please tell me you felt all of that. Please."

"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?"