Sirius's lips tugged once more as a smirk grew at Lorcan's words. This one wasn't even abated by the kiss he stole from those bruised lips. "How is that?" He murmured, trying to play coy. It was never something he did well, but he still tried.
His fingers drifted over Lorcan's skin. He wanted to feel ever dip and curve - every rise of his bones and muscles. His fingers ventured beneath the waistband of the last shield of fabric that clung to Lorcan's slim frame. All the while, he let his head tilt to the side ever so slightly. He wanted to invite Lorcan, though he doubted the man needed much convincing.