So Sirius ended up being stronger than him? Damn it. Severus had been thrilled to think that he could pin the other boy. He shifted back against the tree, delicate skin protected from the bark by his open shirt. His chest heaved as he gazed up into Sirius's eyes, not sure if be cared for that sparkle there. Confusion was starting to outweigh all other thoughts in his head at the moment, lips parting to tell the Gryffindor to knock it off when be felt that hand against him.

Severus immediately gasped and slipped one arm around Sirius's neck nit was not quite an embrace. It would never be, he could never feel anything for Sirius that wasn't mixed with annoyance, disgust, or anger. Even with his hand down his pants.

"Do you even know what to do with that?"

It wasn't a proper snark. Not with the quiet, kittenish sounds coming from parted lips.