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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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"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?"

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.

Sirius is right there and Kieren is so happy. He exhales, soft and delighted, and leans his body heavily into the kiss, grateful to feel the onslaught of more emotions coming at him in wave after wave. "We'll stay the night," he murmurs.

"Yes," Sirius agrees immediate, his lips brushing Kieren's as he exhales, hands still lightly cradling his face. "To be honest, I'm not certain I can manage vertical at the moment as it is. It's best if I just lie here under your careful supervision."

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