[He shoves at his trousers, kicking them off, yanking his shirt off as quickly as he can-- and get yourself ready, he hears, and so he grabs for the bottle of lube (bought after neither of them could find their wands for a good ten minutes one awful evening) and slicks up his fingers-- and he smirks up at Sirius even as he slips two fingers into himself, as he whines happily--]
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