Snow. That was a good way to describe it. Sirius eye's ran over that body. There was just something about Snape. In that moment. His head against the tree. His lips parted in pleasure. That cock twitching in his hand. Sirius actually felt...No. He would'nt admit it. He would never admit it.

Of course, then that kiss threw him off. Gentle. That was something he hadn't come to expect from Snape. He did'nt reply. He just pressed his forehead against Snape's. His lips ghosting against the others as he did what he was asked. That thumb ran over that head faster as he his other hand gently dropped to Snape's balls. Rolling them between his fingers, gently tugging on them.