Kieren's hands aren't quite as cold as normal, but Sirius still feels a shiver run through him at the touch, hips lifting faintly as one clever hand wraps around him. It's different from touching himself, of course. Better.

A strange flutter of nerves grips him as he reaches down between them to hook his fingers in the top button of Kieren's trousers, brow furrowing as he concentrates on unsnapping it and slipping his hand inside. There's no evidence of Kieren being the least bit aroused which Sirius knows by now to not take personally though he can't deny his ego still takes a bit of a hit. Still, he cups the weight of Kieren's soft cock in the palm of his hands, not yet skin on skin, thumb hooking over the waistband of his pants as he gives a gentle squeeze. "Can't feel a bit of this?" he asks, unable to hide the tinies bit of hopefulness in his tone.