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Something's missing.

Kieren can't put his finger on what's going on, but he has the strange, sneaking suspicion that something is happening. He shakes his head and goes back to his sketching, dabbing his fingers slowly with his thumb and frowning when he sees the strange black liquid coming out of his nose. He shakes his head and ignores it, going back to sketching Sirius without any of his clothes.

He smiles, faintly, as his thoughts turn to his boyfriend, still getting used to that thought. And more than that, the faint delighted prickle doesn't even feel imagined.

Maybe he'll call Sirius soon and invite him over for something, like a movie. There, again, is that feeling, like he's missed something big.

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"Well, the drawings you've done of me aren't perfectly lifelike, are they?" he points out. "Though, I'll tell you -- I'm more than happy to sit for you at any time if that's something you're working toward. You just say the word. I'm happy to make the sacrifice."

Kieren makes a noise of affront, like he can't believe the insult even though he'd readily agree. "Well, I wouldn't mind you all lain out. It would certainly help the realism of the paintings, wouldn't it? Definitely the sketches."

"Say no more," Sirius declares, shifting a immediately so that he's draped half across the couch, his back against the far arm as he rests his legs right over Kieren's lap and swiftly sheds his shirt. Running a hand through his hair, his grin widens and he gives Kieren a quick wink.

"Does this work?"

Kieren lets out a bark of a laugh, feeling better for the madcap ridiculousness. He shakes his head and looks down. "And where am I supposed to put a sketchpad and pencil if you're occupying all the space there?" he wonders.

Smirking now, Sirius gives his own lap a pointed look as he spreads his legs just slightly. "Plenty of room right there, I'd say. Unless you want to see more, of course. I suppose I can move to give you room if that's the case."

Sirius keeps moving like that and Kieren feels something stir in him, like a little quiver through trembles through his body (almost like a pulse) and he reaches down considerately to stroke his hand over Sirius' cock, as if debating. "Hmm," he muses. "I don't know. Is this enough room?"

If pressed, Sirius would argue it'd been a rather innocent tease, that he'd been offering his lap merely as a tabletop at which Kieren could work on his sketches. But Kieren gets that thoughtful, almost predatory look in his eye and carefully rests his hand right atop the slight bulge of Sirius's trousers and all thoughts of any sort of argument fade to nothing.

Instead, his breath catches quietly and his hips arch just a bit as all the blood in his body rushes south. "Well, if you keep doing that, I promise it'll get bigger."

Kieren leans over and kisses him very slowly, grasping his sketchpad and placing it in between the spot where Sirius is positioning himself. What he starts to sketch is hardly a person, but rather, the best estimation of Sirius' cock that he can do, from memory.

It's a slow, heady kiss, Sirius's lips parting instinctively as he lets out a soft sound and leans up into it even as Kieren pulls away to grab his sketchpad. He watches with heavy-lidded eyes, then bites down on his lip when he realizes what exactly it is Kieren's sketching.

His laugh is a low thing then and he smooths a hand down his bare stomach, fingers resting on the top button of his jeans. "Don't you prefer a reference?"

"I think I've seen it enough times to be able to do this from memory," he promises with a knowing gleam in his eye, delighted as ever as he makes the broad strokes that are needed in order to make this a truly good reference. "And besides, we can compare later and see how well I really did."

"Oh, I do like the sound of that," Sirius admits, letting his hand wander just a little lower then to rest over the bulge in his trousers. He's half hard already and throwing harder at just the idea of Kieren drawing something so intimate and he gives himself a light squeeze.

"Maybe I should try my hand on drawing yours," he adds with a smirk. "Though, I'm afraid I'll absolutely need a reference if only because I lack any artistic ability whatsoever."

"I won't protest if it turns out to be a stick figure, but I might end up being a little disappointed," he teases, furrowing his brow as he starts to pay genuine attention to the task at hand, all of his focus on this one task before him.

"Is it possible to do a stick figure of only a cock?" Sirius replies, still lightly touching himself through his trousers. "I'd think that rather insulting. No, I'd give your cock all the flourish it deserves. Even soft, it is lovely."

"I mean, it's likely only going to be a straight line or two, maybe a few circles or ovals in there, but that's where I'd have to use my imagination," he replies, leaning down to swat at Sirius' fingers. "Oi, no doing that. If anyone's touching it, I am."

"Well, you aren't at the moment, are you?" Sirius points out, still grinning as he reluctantly obeys to rest his hand low on his belly instead. He watches Kieren intently as he continues sketching, spreading his legs a little bit wider so he can nudge at Kieren in a manner that is likely a little annoying. "It's starting to feel a bit neglected, you know."

Kieren huffs his laughter, amused as he peeks over the paper, then at Sirius, as considerate as he gets. "I might need a little convincing," is all he says, arching his brow as if in challenge. "Well?"

"Convinging?" Sirius remarks with a scoff, feigning insult. "Am I not inticing all on my own? What sort of bribery do you require? I'll say you can touch it if you'd like, but I'm suddenly not sure you'd want to," he adds with a put-upon pout.

Kieren lets the pencil hover in his hand and hums thoughtfully, twisting up his lips. "When you put it so nicely..." He's about finished his sketch anyhow. He shifts it so that Sirius can see, a proud look on his face as he displays the sketch and wastes no time getting a hand in the game, so to speak.

Sirius sits up a bit to get a better look at Kieren's sketch, lips curling in a grin at the fine artistry and, he must admit, it's exceptionally well done for something drawn entirely from memory. And, he'll admit, it's all the better knowing that's how Kieren remembers it.

Of course, all Sirius's intents to say as much vanish when Kieren drops a hand to the front of Sirius's trousers. He laughs instead, his hips hitching slightly. "It's very, very well done," he manages, his own hand still smoothing over his stomach. "You should frame it. Hang it in the loo, maybe, for everyone to enjoy."

"I'll give it to you and you can torment people with it however you like," he guarantees, knowing that this is the better plan because it'll be the most mischief, that way. "Just don't make it float around in public too much, especially not with my name scribbled at the bottom like that."

Sirius balks. "Torment? People should feel honoured to behold such a glorious cock, don't you think? They'll view it as a masterpiece and ask for it to be hung in the Louvre. Or whatever this city's equivalent might be, I suppose."

Reaching forward, Sirius takes the sketch from Kieren's hand and sets it on the table before resuming his repose with a quiet sigh. "Now where were we?"

Kieren lets out a fond laugh as he leans forward and repositions himself to be between his knees, nudging them aside with his palms. "I think, right here," he says calmly, sliding both cool palms up and nudging them in between his thighs for a moment to warm them up, knowing he can't do this cold.

(Or, at least, he shouldn't)

Licking his lips, Sirius looks up at Kieren and shifts slightly himself, hips arching so he can push his trousers further down and off, letting them fall to the floor by the sofa.

"Can I touch yours?" he asks then, even as he lays back once more, his gaze dropping down to the front of Kieren's trousers. "I know it won't do much for you, but can I?"

Kieren still likes the idea, even if it's just another fancy version of pantomime. "Yes, please," he requests, voice going a bit hoarse and needy as he shifts his hands to slide up Sirius' thighs, taking him in hand while adjusting to give Sirius an opening to get a hand in Kieren's pants.

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.