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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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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.

Kieren's voice is low and firm, a quiet reassurance. But it's the kiss that settles him, a hard press of lips to lips that has Sirius melting into a sigh. He nips lightly at Kieren's bottom lip, sweeps his tongue over to soothe and then lets out a low sort of growl as he shifts abruptly to straddle Kieren's lap.

"Should get rid of your trousers," he remarks in a low, sly voice, his hands smoothing up over Kieren's front. "A selfish request, I realize, but I do so enjoy how you look naked."

"What, thin, gangly, and pale?" he jokes, but he's moving his fingers lower in order to do what Sirius is asking, feeling safe when it comes to being bare in Sirius' presence. "You've got some very specific preferences," he jokes.

"You could just as easily use those same adjectives on me," Sirius points out, pulling back just enough to give Kieren the room to divest himself of his jeans and pants, eyes roving over him at all the newly exposed skin. "I'd like to think it's a perk to having a boyfriend, really, indulging in this way. Don't you agree?"

"We're a pair, then," is his reply, but it probably does make an interesting picture when they're together with their lankiness, their skinniness, and the general aversion to sunlight. "Not going to win any calendar competitions for best looking couple."

"And I can tell you that I really like looking at you without a stitch on," he agrees, "so perk it is."

"Excuse you," Sirius replies with mock offense. "I maybe gangly and a bit pale, but I'm still devastatingly attractive. I'd say we'd win every calendar competition, in fact. Provided they were the right ones with good taste."

He drags his hand up Kieren's thigh then, free in at least this much given that Kieren can't pull away due being accidentally tickled. "But I'm glad we can at least agree to be naked together. If only I could draw like you can; I'd attempt a picture so you could see what I do. All gangly and pale and utterly beautiful."

Kieren closes in the space between them, a smirk on his lips. "Well, isn't that why there's such a thing as cameras?" he feels compelled to tease. "Not that I'm encouraging those sorts of photos. I don't think I'd live it down if people saw those. Maybe for your personal collection, though."

"Oh yes, those funny little Muggle things," Sirius replies, a tease in his voice as they press close. It's a strange angle here on Kieren's sofa, but all Sirius can really register is the touch of Kieren's bare skin all along his own. "Did you know there's one of those on the small little mobiles? Harry was showing it to me just the other day. Fascinating things, I'll admit, even it's not magic. Maybe I'll have to figure out how it works so I can sneak in taking photos of you when you least expect it. All for my personal collection, of course."

"If you give me your phone, I could take all sorts of pictures for you," is his reply, getting excited about the potential to take all sorts of pictures for Sirius to enjoy -- selfies and other fun little photos that he can sneak onto the phone. "For your personal collection, of course."

There's a look in Kieren's eye with his suggestion, something a bit mischevious and flirtatious and it takes Sirius no time at all to push himself up off the sofa to wrangle the mobile out of his jacket pocket. The miscommunication from earlier ig long forgotten now as he swipes his fingers across the screen, trying to remember exactly what to poke and tap before giving up after a few minutes to thrust the little machine at Kieren.

"Here, you know what you're doing," he says, grinning as he sits bare-bummed right on the table across from Kieren.

Kieren laughs and takes the phone into his hands, shaking his head. He thinks of Jem and how she would've loaded up his phone with mocking pictures, but he starts easy, sticking out his tongue and taking a photo, following by one of him with the essential duck face.

When he's got a proper one of him just smiling, he hands it back, delighted.

Sirius watches attentively, the little machine making a quiet buzz-click every time Kieren taps the screen. He looks down at it once Kieren's handed it back, skimming through each picture with a delighted smile. They don't move at all, but Sirius finds he's no less pleased by them and can only hope they won't disappear somehow after a time.

He moves then, pushing off the table to sit beside Kieren once more on the sofa. Holding his mobile in one hand, he squirms closer and then extends his arm, the contraption precariously positioned as well as he can as he presses his face close to Kieren's. "D'you think we can get us both in it?"

"Of course we can. Jem and I used to do that with cameras," he says, thinking of when they were little and stealing Dad's camera to fill up a roll of film with the two of them making faces. He grins and takes the phone to position it so they're cheek to cheek, then he turns to kiss Sirius' cheek when he takes the picture, hoping to have surprised him at least a little.

Kieren steals the mobile from him and then leans in closer, pressing himself cheek to cheek with Sirius. Laughing, Sirius grins up at the little lens thing on the phone, his smile spreading all the wider when he feels Kieren's lips against his cheek.

"Oh, did that one work?" he asks, his cheek still tingling a bit when he turns to grin at Kieren. "Might need to print it if so. That's what it's called, isn't it? Printing?"

"We could send it to a shop and get it printed, yeah," Kieren agrees, finding Sirius' lack of tech-knowledge endearing, even though it's not like he's in the modern world entirely himself. After all, they'd only had the one computer in the house and it hadn't exactly been cutting edge, but he knows how to wield a camera.

"We'll make a dozen," he vows.

"And paper the town with them?" he asks, delighted as he settles back into the sofa again, drawing Kieren with him. It's comfortable, he notes. Comfortable in a way he's not sure he's ever experienced with anyone before and he reaches his other hand across to touch Kieren's pale, gorgeous, gangly thigh. "We'll make everyone jealous, you know. And possibly annoyed, though I do so love doing that."

"I never wanted to be that smug couple that tried to make everyone else jealous," Kieren protests with a delighted laugh, but he shakes his head as he wonders if that's sort of what's going to happen, though. "You're beautiful, though," he says, sincerely. "More beautiful than just about everyone I'd ever known in Roarton."

"With the possible exception of your Rick," Sirius remarks with a small smile. Sirius has been praised for his looks all his life; he's aware many find him attractive. Somehow, though, all those opinions mean very little compared to Kieren's. He remembers well their first date when Kieren had remarked on Sirius's good looks being up for debate and how it had stung just a little.

Apparently, it's only taken some time to win him over.

"Must say, I'm a bit worried he might show up here some day," he admits, staring down at his hand on Kieren's thigh. "I'd lose you in a heart beat. So to speak."

"You don't have anything to worry about," Kieren says. When he speaks it, he knows it's the truth. He's spent long nights awake thinking of what would happen if suddenly Rick turned up here out of the blue. "I said goodbye to Rick three times over now," he admits. "My heart can't take another crack from him. I'd want to be his friend, of course, but I wouldn't leave you."

"Not for Rick, not for Simon."

Even if there's no way of telling what might truly happen if either Simon or Rick were to show up, Sirius can't deny that Kieren's words soothe him. It's perhaps even more selfish than every physical aspect of their relationship, wanting Kieren to choose him over the men he loved first, but he can't seem to help it.

And that realization is a bit terrifying all on its own.

He leans in then, brushing his lips to the corner of Kieren's mouth. "If I ever met either of them, I can't promise I won't curse them on sight," he says, his voice a low tease. "Only a little though. Probably."