"Oh, I've honestly have no plans to," Sirius assures him, not even care for the moment how utterly selfish it sounds.

Carefully, he pulls at the waistband of Kieren's underpants enough to slip his hand inside, groaning at the soft feel of his skin, the weight of him. He can't return the way Kieren is so expertly stroking him, but he does explore, fingers grazing the even softer skin of Kieren's balls, tracing the seam up the middle before gently encircling his dick as he presses his own hips upward.

"Would you let me suck you?" he asks, his breah coming in short pants already from the way Kieren's working him.