Sirius has always liked Granby, right from that first moment he spotted him. The time wasn't taken to examine why, but it seldom is with these things, fueled as Sirius is by impulse and emotion. There's a familiarity in the solid build of the man, though, and when Sirius pauses in pulling open trousers to slide long, slender fingers across torso and hips, it hits him a little harder than he'd anticipated.

It's been a very long while since he's hand anyone quite like this.

"The bedroom, I think," he murmurs, fingertips lingering on warm skin before he retreats, all saunter as he crosses to the open doorway, his unmade bed beyond.