Kieren's words are rushed, breathless, his expression wide-eyed with awe. It's intoxicating all told, thrilling in a way Sirius could never have expected despite how often he's imagined this very moment.
Carefully, Sirius sets his wand aside, requiring use of both hands now that he can touch, now that Kieren can feel. Grinning, he leans in close again, lips brushing Kieren's as his he smooths both hands down Kieren's chest, winding around to his sides to tug at the fabric. "That leaves quite a bit," he says, ducking to breath warm against the curve of Kieren's jaw. "Have you any scars on your chest, for instance?" he asks, slipping one hand beneath the hem of Kieren's shirt. "Your stomach? Your thighs?"
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Date: 2016-03-06 10:55 pm (UTC)Carefully, Sirius sets his wand aside, requiring use of both hands now that he can touch, now that Kieren can feel. Grinning, he leans in close again, lips brushing Kieren's as his he smooths both hands down Kieren's chest, winding around to his sides to tug at the fabric. "That leaves quite a bit," he says, ducking to breath warm against the curve of Kieren's jaw. "Have you any scars on your chest, for instance?" he asks, slipping one hand beneath the hem of Kieren's shirt. "Your stomach? Your thighs?"