Sirius woke up slowly. The pounding in his head meant he must have had a good time last night. The ache everywhere else meant he must have had a really good time last night. He let his eyes drift open, unsurprised to find himself next to Kirley. It wasn't like there was anyone else at this castle who wanted to have sex with him. He could remember bits and pieces of the night before, but the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he should probably wait to examine them until he wasn't quite so hungover.
Kirley was still sleeping, and Sirius took the time to appreciate him. He was an incredibly Good looking man, and even through the alcohol and post sex haze he could remember how gentle he'd been. Kirley was a good person, and Sirius was lucky to be here. It had to mean something, he rationalized, how often Kirley kept taking him back. Sirius had never slept with anyone more than once. Maybe their admittedly limited population had something to do with it... Okay, definitely not maybe. But Sirius decided to ignore that for now. It felt so good to be wanted, and he didn't really care what the reason why was. At least, not right now.
Sirius shifted, the feeling of the soft sheets nice against his skin. Skin. Sheets. Naked. Fuck! He sat up, not even thinking about waking Kirley. He didn't have a shirt on. He'd let Kirley take off his undershirt and he'd seen, he'd seen...
Sirius reached out, summoning his shirt wordlessly and wandlessly in his panic. He held it tight against his chest, not even having the presence of mind to put it on. Kirley had seen... Kirley had seen.