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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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"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.

Kieren's smile is sad and he shakes his head, wishing that he could. God, he wishes that he had circulation and could get himself hard again. He's never been overtly sexual, but the promise and the potential would be nice, especially with someone as hot as Sirius as his boyfriend.

"No, but don't stop. It gets me hot," he confesses, because his brain still works plenty. He shifts his hips forward as if playing the part, starting to stroke Sirius' cock with the practiced ease he knows.

"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.

Kieren's not sure what it would accomplish, but he nods. If Sirius wants to do it, who is he to stop him? "Of course," he promises, exhaling deeply as he shifts and moves to get a touch closer, trying to allow himself the room to still touch Sirius as much as he can. "What angle do we do this at?" he laughs.

They're a bit tangled already, legs and arms knotted as they touch each other and Sirius laughs a little, delighted in the absurdity of it all.

"Depends on what you want, I suppose," he says, carefully slipping his hand out of Kieren's trousers before trying to sit up a bit. "Would you want to watch me?" he asks, nodding down at Kieren's groin pointedly. "Don't have to if you'd think it'd be weird, but maybe if you see it, it uh... it might help?"

"I don't think it'll suddenly sit up," he jokes wryly. "I want to be able to still touch you through this, so you get something out of it." He gives a sheepish little smile with a shrug. "That's what'll make me happy."

"Obviously not," Sirius replies with a laugh though he can't deny there's some strange part of him that wishes for exactly that, impossible as he knows it is. "And touching you just as you are does plenty for me, I'll have you know. But I'm not about to stop you from touching me.

"Budge up," he says, shifting once Kieren's off him to lay the opposite way, his head in Kieren's lap, facing the back of the couch. Naked as he is, it's still easy for Kieren to take him in hand even if it's a little more difficult for him to get to Kieren's trousers. Not that it's stopping him.

Kieren shifts so that he can move upwards a little, giving Sirius room to do what he likes. With his mouth on him, Kieren isn't really going to be able to stroke him, but he can play with his hair and neck. "Here," he says softly. "How about, for a little, I just massage your neck a bit. Touch your hair."

Sirius glances up from where he's focused on opening Kieren's trousers to flash a smile. Kieren's touching him already, his fingers in Sirius's hair and he nods in agreement as he slides his hand into Kieren's pants, fondling him one more.

"You can touch me wherever you'd like," he says, gaze dropping as he gently frees Kieren's cock and lowering to mouth lightly along the soft skin. It isn't like any blowjob he's ever given, strange in a number of different ways. It's entirely selfish in a way this act isn't typically, but Kieren's letting him indulge and Sirius taking it, his tongue flicking out to taste along the tip before sucking just at the head.

He digs his fingers into the long hair, wishing that he could feel more of this. He tries not to look too sad or regretful, hoping he's able to push it all the way down to his toes. Sirius is doing what he can and Kieren appreciates it, he really does. It's just that his body is rebelling against him.

"Wish my body would react the way my brain is," he says, breathing heavy for the image below him.

Soft as he is, it's easy for Sirius to fit all of Kieren in his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he draws back, pulling off with a pop as he lets out a breath. "And how is your brain reacting?" he asks, ducking this time to nuzzle under Kieren's cock at the soft skin of his balls, his tongue dragging down along the seam.

Kieren has never been more turned on in his life and it's a shame that his body seems, apparently, unwilling to agree (not that Kieren is paying attention, though, but there's a pulse of a moment, just one, and it sends his blood pumping). Addled, Kieren doesn't notice and just gives a whimper, wishing that sight isn't the only sense he could rely on right now.

Sirius wonders if Kieren's silence is meant to be his answer and can only hope it's a favourable one. Grinning a little, he takes Kieren once more between his lips, tongue dipping into the delicate fold of his foreskin when he feels an unmistakeable pulse. A throb.

Heart leaping, both in wonder and possibly slightly in fear, Sirius glances upward only to see Kieren staring down at him with wide, light eyes. "Did you feel that?" he asks, lips still brushing soft skin.