Sirius's hands tightened in the fabric of Lorcan's shirt. He didn't protest the deepening of that kiss, rather, he revelled in it. Every taste, every warm press of the man's tongue was a welcomed thing. He let himself indulge in each kiss.
The fingers against his skin caused a chill to riot through his spine. The soft touch, the rough callouses from his guitar were thrilling. He shifted beneath those fingers, urging them on. Oh how he adored being touched.