He'd done this enough, been in this position often enough before, that he could recognise that look in Sirius' eyes. It was familiar enough to send a shiver straight down his spine and he went easily enough when Sirius pulled him forward by his waistband.

Buttons have proved problematic since he lost his hand, so he was wearing a t-shirt and it pulled up easily enough with five fingers knotted in the hem, quickly discarded and forgotten.

He stepped in, hand against Sirius' bare skin, nail grazing his nipple.