-------------- It was working better than he’d expected. He and Sirius had been “dating” for nigh-on three months now, far longer than the other boy usually went without sneaking off to Hogsmeade or some secret room for a clandestine meeting, and Sirius had stayed true to his promises of monogamy. He knew this because of a gift he’d received shortly after they started all this—a sheet of parchment designed to wipe magically and transfer any notes he took on it to a preorganized folder up in his room, with a permanent fixture in the corner that resembled a classic Wizarding family clock.
“Sirius Black is…” it said, with a checkmark that moved from box to box between such options as “Being a good student,” “Sleeping,” “Eating,” “Pranking,” and more explicit activities like “Wanking Over Moony,” “Fantasizing About Moony,” “Wanking Over Someone Else,” “Fantasizing about Someone Else,” and “Shagging.” The checkmark had been notably absent from the last three boxes—not that he spent a lot of time watching it or anything, but that part of the parchment was charmed so only he could see it, and the rest of it was really far too useful not to use in class—and spent more time in the first than he would ever have suspected.
He finished copying a rather convoluted goblin genealogy into his History of Magic notes, and glanced up at the “24-Hour Padfoot Chastity Watch,” as James, whose help Sirius had apparently enlisted in perfecting the spellwork, had dubbed it. The checkmark was currently in the “Fantasizing About Moony” box, and he flushed, glancing over at Sirius who gave him a flirtatious wink. Lately, that box and its corresponding “Wanking” box (which was occupied like clockwork between 10:30 and 10:45 PM every night—not that Remus had been checking) had been making him feel less self-conscious and more—well—interested. His own fantasies, though they had always involved Sirius, were embarrassingly vague and not nearly as involved as he imagined Sirius’s were. Not that he spent a lot of time wondering about Sirius’s fantasies—okay, fine, he did.
Re: Request - a top Sirius a bottom Remus .
It was working better than he’d expected. He and Sirius had been “dating” for nigh-on three months now, far longer than the other boy usually went without sneaking off to Hogsmeade or some secret room for a clandestine meeting, and Sirius had stayed true to his promises of monogamy. He knew this because of a gift he’d received shortly after they started all this—a sheet of parchment designed to wipe magically and transfer any notes he took on it to a preorganized folder up in his room, with a permanent fixture in the corner that resembled a classic Wizarding family clock.
“Sirius Black is…” it said, with a checkmark that moved from box to box between such options as “Being a good student,” “Sleeping,” “Eating,” “Pranking,” and more explicit activities like “Wanking Over Moony,” “Fantasizing About Moony,” “Wanking Over Someone Else,” “Fantasizing about Someone Else,” and “Shagging.” The checkmark had been notably absent from the last three boxes—not that he spent a lot of time watching it or anything, but that part of the parchment was charmed so only he could see it, and the rest of it was really far too useful not to use in class—and spent more time in the first than he would ever have suspected.
He finished copying a rather convoluted goblin genealogy into his History of Magic notes, and glanced up at the “24-Hour Padfoot Chastity Watch,” as James, whose help Sirius had apparently enlisted in perfecting the spellwork, had dubbed it. The checkmark was currently in the “Fantasizing About Moony” box, and he flushed, glancing over at Sirius who gave him a flirtatious wink. Lately, that box and its corresponding “Wanking” box (which was occupied like clockwork between 10:30 and 10:45 PM every night—not that Remus had been checking) had been making him feel less self-conscious and more—well—interested. His own fantasies, though they had always involved Sirius, were embarrassingly vague and not nearly as involved as he imagined Sirius’s were. Not that he spent a lot of time wondering about Sirius’s fantasies—okay, fine, he did.