The texture wasn’t as bad as Sirius had imagined it to be. It was actually quite pleasant. Then, Remus began to lead them through the kneading. With each push of their hands into the dough, Remus’ body brushed against Sirius’, softly at first, but harder as they went on. They felt his breath eventually falter on their ear as they folded it, then pushed all over again. Sirius forgot all about the dough as they moved together. Their eyes watched unseeingly as all of the ingredients incorporated. 