Sirius let out a whimper as he felt the piercing of his skin. His eyes squeezed shut, letting the feeling of Lorcan's tongue against his skin take over his senses for the moment. He pressed against his lover's thin frame, not just a desire to have him close, but to ease that feeling of vulnerability.
When his hands began to move again, it was far more boldly than the exploring sort of touch they'd roamed with before. His fingers curled around Lorcan. They squeezed gently before tracing the length of him, feeling his flesh grow harder beneath the touch of those fingers.
"It's something we have in common," Sirius murmured, "liking to be touched."