"Hm." Sirius sat up, straddling his lover's thighs. "Well, I could tell you to cook dinner, I suppose...." He drew his wand. "But then you might make we wait until after. And with magic back...."
Two points, two incantations, and a bluebell stalk on either side of Gaius grew to the height of wheat. They bent over, curling over his chest and around each other like pea tendrils, pinning Gaius to the ground. "I like your hands free," Sirius whispered, leaning close again. "You should be able to touch."
With a second charm, he stripped Gaius, but left himself clothed. "Take off my shirt," he commanded.