Sirius can't help but laugh at that though he wonders exactly how much simply kissing Sirius can really do for him, if the wiring in his braim simply fires differently, going off only sight and hearing alone.

He wonders if maybe there's a spell he could cast on himself that would dull him of his own sense of touch so that he might experience things the same as Kieren. Even the playing field a bit, so to speak. It does seem frightfully unfair that he can feel so much that Kieren can't.

His teeth lightly scrape the skin just below Kieren's jaw, not hard enough to bruise, not even if he wanted to, just enough to taste. "As long as it's enough," he says, that familiar anxiety winding tight in his stomach.