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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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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.

"Feel what?" he breathes out and gives Sirius a confused look from above, his forehead furrowed with a distinct line over the skin. He shakes his head, wondering if Sirius is teasing him about his prowess or something. "I can see that you're very good," he offers. "And it's got me all hot and bothered?"

Kieren is clearly unbothered and Sirius can't help but wonder if maybe he'd only imagined it, if in his desire for Kieren to feel some small bit of this, his mind has just made it happen.

Letting out a breath, he shakes his head, lips quirking slightly. Keeping his gaze locked on Kieren's he licks at the tip again, one hand loosely curled around him to keep him upright. "Too bad there's not a way to make the brain orgasm," he remarks with a soft laugh.

"I think you do that all the time," Kieren promises, wishing that his body had done something to warrant that kind of reaction from Sirius, but he knows that's not the case. He grins as he stares down at what Sirius is doing, closing his eyes to imagine his cock hardening at the touches, as it should when being touched like this.

Kieren's grin is warm and infectious and Sirius mirrors it, hidden as it may be against Kieren's cock. He lets himself indulge in another slow suck, wetting him from root to tip before pulling off again with a heavy breath and shifting on the couch. It's possibly the strangest blowjob he's ever given and it feels all the stranger given that Kieren is just as soft as he'd been at the start, but Sirius hardly feels unsatisfied.

He's still hard, in fact, and he settles on his knees at Kieren's side, one hand on Kieren's thigh as he leans in closer, all smiles. "Are you likely to be weird about me kissing you after?" he asks, all tease. It's not as though Kieren came, of course, and even if he had, Kieren wouldn't be able to taste it.

Kieren lets out a huff and gives Sirius a fond look, filled with disbelief. "Why on earth wouldn't I want you to kiss me?" he wonders, which is just his general state of mind. His fondness pours through and he reaches down to tangle his fingers through Sirius' hair to try and tug him up. "Come and kiss me, then."

Sirius hardly needs to be asked twice, his mouth splitting into a wide, delighted grin before he leans in to press a kiss to Kieren's lips, wet and messy and hungry right from the start. As much as he'd loved having his mouth on Kieren's cock, this act is more responsive and he groans into the wet of Kieren's mouth as he carefully tucks Kieren's cock into his pants with the one hand.

Kieren finds this a thousand times better, eyes falling shut as he melts into Sirius. Despite his lack of sensation, there's something about kissing that always makes it through and it's like he's high on it. Letting out a soft huff of delight, he cups Sirius' neck and holds on a little tighter through the kiss, refusing to let go.

Humming in pleasure, Sirius's hand smooths from the curve of Kieren's jaw down to the slope of his neck, easily melting into kiss after kiss. It isn't the best angle, curved as his neck is like this, but Sirius isn't too keen on moving. His teeth catch Kieren's bottom lip as he pulls back after a moment, still grinning, Kieren's hand heavy at the back of his neck.

"Is this where the brain orgasms happen" he asks, his voice a breath against Kieren's lips. "With the kissing."

Letting out a soft puff of breath (because he only breaths to keep himself resembling a vaguely normal human), he tips his nose up against Sirius', butting it there gently before giving it a rub. "I'm all tingly up there, don't know about you," he says softly.

"I'm pretty tingly all over," Sirius says with a quiet laugh against Kieren's lips before pressing in for a new kiss, lingering just a bit this time. Then he ducks slightly to kiss along the curve of Kieren's jaw, indulging as he focuses on the skin just below Kieren's ear. "Need to do our spell again soon," he murmurs. "I do so love being able to show you how you make me feel."

"That spell is the best thing that's ever happened to my ego," he says knowingly, seeing as it's hardly like he's been at the top of his game when it comes to believe in himself, but actually knowing how he makes Sirius feel is a complete mindblowing feat of amazement. "This is good too," he promises, gripping Sirius' shoulder through the kisses.

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.

He tries to force Sirius to look at him, splaying a palm out on his chest. "It's enough," he says firmly, trying to be as forceful as he can without getting defensive. He leans in to kiss him again, a little harder than before, trying to convince him with his lips alone that he's not disappointed in the least.