"That should do it," Remus muttered roughly into their neck, not even letting Sirius take their hands out of the mixture before he started biting at the sensitive skin. They were trapped by the dough, but Remus’ hands were clean, able to move Sirius any way he wished. He wrapped around their waist, one hand pawing underneath their shirt, and hoisted them back into him, grinding his hips forward as he did. They could feel his length straining towards them even through all of their clothes. 