"So good that magic works again," Sirius whispered wickedly. "I wouldn't have dared this two weeks ago." As he spoke, he cast the spells to prepare his lover quickly. He continued to rub against Gaius for as long as he could stand, letting his lust rise almost to madness before he shifted down and canted his hips, moving home with unnaturally -- magically -- little resistance. That did nothing to diminish the flood of heat that overwhelmed him at the taking.