Lorcan eyes honed in on the smirk which played so easily on Sirius's lips. His mouth, the heat of his breath and the still reddened flesh of his shoulder only fueled his want. "Oi, don't tease," he said with a small chuckle, before coming to a sudden halt. His eyes fluttered closed, with a kiss placed on his red and bruised lips and fingers which traced the contours of his body, and dipped beneath the thin cotton layer of fabric which lay between them.
He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Sirius's neck, the gentle tilt of his head to the side, calling and inviting him in. Lorcan leaned in, teeth grazing over the newly exposed flesh as his hips moved eagerly toward Sirius's hands which delved deeper. "So unfair. You know how I like to be touched," he said letting one fang prick and enter Sirius's neck. Not so much a bite, a taste. His tongue lapped at the little pool of blood which caused his eyes to darken and his breathing to deepen.