James' mouth is hard and fierce, his kisses are always rough, full of force and teeth but Sirius is used to that, meets it with his own ferocity until Lily's hand is being pushed down the front of his sleeping pants and right against his cock.

Yes, please pity him for this barren streak in his sex life, it's been very difficult for him. His cock jumps right against the soft palm of her hand, hips hitching forward, and he sinks his teeth a bit hard into James' lower lip because fuck you mate, grinning like that, so rude. He apologizes just after, however, with a gentle drag of his lips against the bite, before he's pulling back to breathe, jaw pressed into Lily's hair. His fingers, of course, still slide into her, slow and teasing, taking his time about it even if his cock is aching for more, his insides all twisted up with want. This wasn't really his intention, in helping himself to their bed last night, but he's certainly not going to complain about it.

But oh, Lily, can you say that again? You say such lovely things, sometimes. Sirius grins like a jackal.

"Think we can manage that," he murmurs, hooded eyes lifting to James' face. Unless you've got a better idea, mate.