some spell work

[thebloodtraitor]

It had taken Sirius the better part of two days before he'd finally found a pair of cuffs tucked into the postbox of an abandoned house. It's fuzzy and pink, as promised, and Sirius holds them like a prize as a woman eyes him suspiciously and pointedly crosses the street.

After tucking the cuffs inside his jacket, Sirius heads to Dimera. There's no guarantee Kieren will be in, but it's not as though Sirius has much else to occupy his time.

He can't quite keep the grin off his face as he taps his knuckles to Kieren's door. It's the first he's been here, though Kieren had given him the address weeks ago. There's a bit of a knot in his stomach as he waits, a mix of excitement and anticipation as well as fear. Or perhaps fear isn't the right word, but Sirius isn't certain how else to describe it.

When he hears the turn of the knob, Sirius props his arm against the door jamb and quickly pulls the cuffs from his jacket with his other hand, grinning proudly as they dangle from his finger.

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[thebloodtraitor]

"Hmmm, toast or handy," Sirius replies, narrowing his eyes as though quite seriously mulling it over. "Yes, very difficult choice indeed. Giving up the toast is a massive sacrifice.

He can only hold the face for so long before his lips crack into a wide grin and he slips the fingers of one hand beneath the bottom hem of Kieren's shirt, pulling him closer, lifting his other hand to draw Kieren's face in for another kiss, deeper this time, hungrier, sighing into the chill of Kieren's mouth.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren's eyes are wide with hope and promise, wrapping his arm around Sirius' back to splay his fingers there, stumbling them back towards the sofa so he can push Sirius down, pinning him there as he rises up on all fours, feeling like if his heart could beat, it would be pounding now. "I've wanted to do this for years," he confesses, lowering a shaking hand (that shouldn't be shaking) down to nudge into Sirius' trousers and pants.

[thebloodtraitor]

"Bloody hell," Sirius laughs, stumbling backward a couple paces before falling back onto the sofa, staring with wide eyes as Kieren crawls atop him. With light eyes and pale skin, he looks downright predatory, and Sirius finds it far more arousing than he might've guessed, his smile faltering only slightly at the sight.

Kieren moves quickly, shaky fingertips -- should they be shaking -- pushing past Sirius's waistband. "Ah!' he shudders, again devolving into a laugh, the he doesn't pull away. "Don't stop," he says then, just in case Kieren gets the wrong idea. "Just a bit cold. I'll get used to it."

[roartonrisen]

Kieren has, honestly, been wanting to do this for ages. He'd dreamt of it when he'd spent time with Rick, scared of what Bill would do if he found out, but he never did. And then, and then with Simon, god, had he wanted it then, too, but Simon had left him. Now there's Sirius and he's getting his chance. He slides his cool hand under Sirius' body, just to warm it up for a moment. "I have loads of practice from before I died when it comes to this," he assures him. "Don't worry."

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius hisses softly, the sound melting into a laugh as Kieren's hand warms beneath him. And he squirms a little, anticipation mounting as he grins downs at Kieren.

"With your Rick?" he says, wondering, not for the first time, just what they'd gotten up to before everything had gone so pear-shaped. Kieren's said he hasn't done much in the way of sexual acts, but Sirius is a curious sort. He wonders if it'd be rude to ask for details. "Or do you mean on yourself? Either way," he adds with a slowly widening grin, "what a lovely thing to imagine."

[roartonrisen]

"Rick and I never even so much as kissed," Kieren says, his gut twisting with regret and love long gone. He'll never forget him, nor the way he'd wanted him, but they had never done anything because at the first sign of any kind of untoward affection, Bill Macy had banned him and Rick had run away. "Only myself," he promises, keeping his hand there until he thinks maybe it's warm.

He presses it to the skin of Sirius' hip first. "Warm enough?"

[thebloodtraitor]

"Ah," Sirius replies, realizing he's done more fooling about with mates than Kieren's ever done with anyone. Though he supposes that doesn't much matter, really. He's certainly never done anything with an undead boy.

Arching slightly, Sirius nods, an uncharacteristically nervous smile curving his lips as he reaches to brush his fingers through Kieren's hair, thumbs sweeping the tip of his eyebrows. "I do wish I'd gotten to see that," he admits, his stomach strangely aflutter with nerves and anticipation both.

[roartonrisen]

'Maybe later' is on the tip of his tongue before he remembers that no, he can't do that. He bows his head and tries to ignore the ache that comes of yet another reminder of what he can't do, but he has a task to do and he's nervous and eager for it. He moves his now-warmed hand around and slips it further into Sirius' pants, wrapping around his cock. "Tell me if this is good," he pleads. "I want to know everything, every moment."

His lashes flutter as the thumb moves close, and he can't imagine anything he wants to do more than this, right here.

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren moves slowly and carefully, warmed fingers slipping under the waistband of Sirius's pants to wrap around his cock. He's half hard already, but just that touch alone is enough to make him twitch, his breath catching high in his chest.

"Good so far," he says on a quick laugh, head tilted to watch as much as he can, though much of his view is hindered by his own trousers. He arches slightly, trying to give Kieren more room, mouth falling slack. "You can take it out if you'd like. Might like to see what your hand looks like on me."

[roartonrisen]

These are things he hasn't even considered. With those fantasies about Rick, they'd all been furtive, secretive things. He figured if they did it, it'd be in the dark or where Rick didn't have to see, so the prospect of not having to hide like that is a confusing strange thing that he's not used to. "Yeah?" he asks, doing just that as he works to nudge down his trousers, fumbling a little and trying to make it better.

"I feel like I'm just learning," he huffs out.

[thebloodtraitor]

"Yeah," Sirius echoes, lifting his hips to help Kieren nudge his trousers down further, thumb hooking in the waistband of his pants as well. He has to bite back a groan of relief as he settles, Kieren's hand still wrapped tight around him and he shudders a breath a moment later, his heart pounding.

"Well, you and me both, really," he says, trying for a laugh, trying for lighthearted. Because, truthfully, he's never really done it this way either. There'd been novice, curious touches in the dark in his room at Hogwarts, touches that were never spoken of again. Everything since has been in dark, dank corners of pubs and taverns, fevered, rough hands and rougher kisses, every action easily tucked away and forgotten.

It's alarming, honestly, how much he likes it, the sight of another man's hand on his cock. Alarming how much he likes that it's Kieren's. He lifts his gaze, watching Kieren's face, and then lifts his hips, pressing into the movement of Kieren's hand. "D'you remember how you touched yourself? Back... before."

[roartonrisen]

Kieren tightens his grip, staring down and not even believing that this is really happening. Today's been so rife with unexpected surprises and this one, this simple touch of his hand wrapped around Sirius' cock is so much more than he could've ever anticipated. "Of course I remember," he promises, licking his lips as he starts to speed up a little, as if mimicking some of that old desperation. "I'd lie in the den and think about Rick after he'd left, just touching myself and pretending I was touching him."

"Like this," he says.

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's hand begins to move with purpose and Sirius gasps softly, head tipping back as he sinks into the sensation, hips rolling upward, trying to find the rhythm.

Lifting his head again, he watches Kieren, eyes drifting from his have to his hand and back again as the muscles in Sirius's abdomen start to wind tight. "Little different from doing it to yourself, yeah?" he says, already a little breathless. "Different angle and all that. Merlin that feels good."

[roartonrisen]

Kieren knows in this exact moment that it'll be enough, because he doesn't need to feel it himself so long as he can watch Sirius take such pleasure from his touches, from his hand. "It's wonderful," he agrees, in awe that he can do something so amazing and incredible. He presses in closer, his hand as steady as ever and he leans in to kiss the words off Sirius' mouth. "Shh," he teases.

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius can't help a delighted laugh as Kieren leans over him, lips hovering. His hips keep twitching upward, seeking out more as Kieren works him thoroughly.

"Fuck," Sirius groans, uncurling one hand from Kieren's shoulder and whispering a quick spell to make himself slick. The difference is immediate, Sirius groaning as Kieren's hand works smoother and faster. "Kieren," Sirius groans into Kieren's mouth as the pleasure at the base of his spine winds tighter.

[roartonrisen]

God, his name like that. He's never heard that apart from Simon, and they had never made it this far. His eyes widen sharply when suddenly Sirius is slicker than before, mouth gaping in wonder. "How did you...what did you...?"

[thebloodtraitor]

"Magic," Sirius says with a breathless sort of laugh that soon melts into another moan as he arches his hips again. It's not completely necessary, really, but it does feel nice and it'll be easy enough to clean in only moments. Sirius does have quite a lot experience in this sort of thing.

Groaning again, he curls his hand tighter around Kieren's upper arm. "Funny thing, magic. Does all sorts, yet this... this feels better than any spell. Your hand..."

[roartonrisen]

It's incredible and though Kieren has to struggle to adjust his grip, it's done with more than happiness at having to do so, working himself into a closer position with Sirius, staring down at the space between them as he keeps on stroking Sirius' cock, a frantic and fast pace, unable to take his eyes off.

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's grip tightens, his pace quickening, and Sirius's breath catches with it, eyelids fluttering before he forces them open, focusing on Kieren's face hovering above his own, those beautiful light eyes glancing between Sirius's face and his own fist.

"Fuck," Sirius breathes, muscles coiling and nerves alight. He isn't fighting the sensation at all, isn't certain he could if he tried, and in moments, his back is curving, head falling back as pleasure coursing through him utterly erupts, his cock jerking in Kieren's hold as he spills across his belly and Kieren's fingers, his mouth clamped tight to keep from shouting anything truly embarrassing, releasing only a quiet overwhelmed whimper.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren's so grateful they've been able to turn this into something good, because the shadow of earlier and that spell has been hanging over him, so when Sirius comes on him, his fingers sticky with not-his-come for the first time ever, there's a wondrous and delighted look on his face and the kiss he gives Sirius is a bit stubbornly triumphant. He stays close, laughing softly. "You look incredible," he praises, sliding his lips over his jaw.

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius is still struggling to catch his breath a bit when Kieren is suddenly kissing him. With a soft, surprised laugh, Sirius opens up to it, lifting one weary hand to card his fingers through Kieren's hair, sighing into wet, parted lips.

He laughs again at Kieren's words, head tipping back under the brush of cool lips to his jaw as he reaches down with his other hand, fingertips grazing over the mess he's made of his own stomach. "What I wouldn't give to repay the favor," he murmurs, lifting now sticky fingers to the skin of Kieren's side where his shirt hangs loose. "I can only imagine how good you look when you've come."

[roartonrisen]

Again, 'maybe one day' is on the tip of his tongue, but he quiets and bows his head down, feeling a little disappointed that he can't show Sirius that, less that he can't do it. There are other ways for him to be happy, he knows that. "Well, I'm sure it's a lot like when you kiss me. Dazed, amazed, and delighted," he replies, looking around for something for his hand and coming up with nothing.

"Be right back," he insists, heading to the washroom to wet a towel and bring it back. He settles back down and begins to slowly clean himself, offering it out to Sirius once he's done a decent first pass.

[thebloodtraitor]

"If only I could kiss you to orgasm," Sirius says with another faint chuckle, his lips immediately curving into a wider, brighter smile at that idea. "Oh, there's a new challenge to try! Do you think I could?"

He's teasing, really, fairly sure such a thing is likely not possible, though he would at least like to have a go. Unfortunately, Kieren's slipped away before Sirius can attempt it and, groaning slightly, Sirius tucks himself back into his pants and trousers and sits up. He considers casting a quick cleaning spell on himself, but then Kieren is there holding out a damp towel and he uses that instead, swiping it across his bare stomach and sides where a bit has dripped down.

[roartonrisen]

"I don't think so," he says, trying to let him down easily, seeing as it's not like he has sensation at the best of times. He doesn't think aggressive stubbornness will get them to what they both want, but it's still nice to pretend. "But we can try," is what he offers, in order to try and keep hope alive.

He takes his time tenderly cleaning up Sirius and himself, getting every droplet he can. When he's through, he leans over and rests a soft kiss to Sirius' neck, a soft peck. "That was good," he praises, a bit shy about it, even if he doesn't regret it.

[thebloodtraitor]

"That doesn't seem nearly sufficient an adjective," Sirius argues through a grin, shifting slightly so they're pressed together more closely, Kieren's lips lightly enough on his neck to nearly tickle.

"Think I could become really very, very fond of the feel or your hand on my cock," he says, reaching over to lightly cup Kieren's jaw, drawing him into a light kiss, his thumb brushing Kieren's cheek as he pulls back. "So long as you want to put it there, of course."