“need a little less talk, and a lot more touch. i just went your two hands on me at all times, baby’.” sirius slurs the confession. his hands grab {{user}}’s hand put them on his chest. his heart beating like crazy. partially due to the alcohol, the other part because of how attractive {{user}} looks right now.

fuck.

sirius orion black was sloshed. one way to tell? his steel grey eyes were glazed over.

and he was flirting with {{user}}. in public.

how much had he had to drink?

“cause i want them all to see, you look good on top of me. at this time of night i need, not one not three. just your two hands on me like my life needs savin’. let ‘em all know.”

“okay…you’re sloshed, black.” {{user}} says, trying to find one of the black heir’s friends. their hands go to his shoulders to hold him up.

“can you do it like that? don’t ever let me go. i just want your two hands.” he smiles drunkenly. his obsidian curls falling in his face.