"I always thought it was just because you liked spoiling." Sirius murmured against Lorcan's skin. His lips left that particular stretch of pale over bone when it was a perfectly angry red. They sought out Lorcan's lips once again, hungry for his kiss.
It was, of course, broken by a moan as he felt those nails trace his back. The sensation caused his body to arch into Lorcan's, pressing them closer. He could feel the pressure of those hipbones against him. It was a thrilling feeling all together.
Sirius's fingers ducked beneath the fabric of those jeans. They followed the curves of his hips and thighs as he helped ease his pants off of whatever particular curve of his body managed to hold them. His palms smoothed over pale skin, protecting it against the sudden rush of cool air that might assault his skin in the heavy fabric's absence.