If he's honest, Sirius is excepting Kieren to laugh or roll his eyes, to tell Sirius to stop acting like a prat and put his bloody shirt back on. Instead, Kieren's gaze goes a little hungry and he steps away from the kettle to wander closer.
Sirius's teasing smile slips a little as a tendril of heat slips down his spine. His eyes drop to Kieren's hand and back up again as he balls his shirt into a ball and tosses it on the table behind him. "You're not expecting me to tell you not to touch, are you?" Sirius asks, trying for another tease. "Because it's quite unlikely."
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Date: 2016-03-04 02:13 am (UTC)Sirius's teasing smile slips a little as a tendril of heat slips down his spine. His eyes drop to Kieren's hand and back up again as he balls his shirt into a ball and tosses it on the table behind him. "You're not expecting me to tell you not to touch, are you?" Sirius asks, trying for another tease. "Because it's quite unlikely."