Peter and James, although they had not yet made up their minds as to whether they were worried, pleased, or amused at this turn of events, made sure to give Remus and Sirius at least two hours of “private time” in the dormitory every evening. Remus was fairly certain they spent this time plotting some epic prank that would land all four of them in detention for a month, but Sirius didn’t give him much time to worry about such things. They hadn’t gone any further than kissing—the still-visible series of notches on Sirius’s bedpost was a constant reminder of why that would be a bad idea—but Sirius hadn’t pressured him towards more, which he was frankly surprised at. They didn’t even kiss every night—currently he was simply resting his head in Sirius’s lap while the other boy stroked his hair. Maybe…maybe this could be okay.
“Sirius?” he murmured, causing the hand in his hair to pause momentarily.
“Yes?” In times like these, Sirius’s voice never held the smug, jaded air that subtly pervaded it at other times—it was rich, warm, and right there in every sense.
“You—“ Remus flushed, not quite believing he was about to ask this. “In History of Magic. What were you, err, thinking about?”
Sirius groaned. “If you’re going to ask me questions like that, Moony, you might want to get your head out of my lap.” He paused. “You really want to know?”
“Well…yes.” Remus could feel his cheeks burning, and prayed Sirius wouldn’t comment on it. Any teasing right now would make him lose what nerve he’d worked up to ask this question.
“Well,” Sirius began, and his voice was almost a purr. “We were lying here, kissing, not unlike last night.”
Is that all? Remus had always thought that Sirius’s fantasies would be slightly more interesting than this own.
“You moaned a little—I can’t even tell you how sexy your moans are, by the way—and spread your legs. I slipped between them, and realized you were hard…not unlike you’re getting now.” He ran his hand down Remus’s side, only to stop at his hipbone. “I slipped my hand up your robes and began to pull them up a little—you didn’t object.” Sirius said this last bit as though it were something noteworthy, but Remus was fairly certain his own reaction would be identical were the same thing to happen right then. “I slid your robes up to your chest—you lifted your arms to let me pull them off.” He paused. “I did, of course. I kissed your lips, and moved down slowly—I kissed your neck, your nipples, your belly…you arched your hips up to meet me. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of your pants and made to pull them off—you let me.” Sirius smiled down at him. “You were so hard—hard as I was. I wrapped my fingers around you and you moaned like nothing else…”
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“Sirius?” he murmured, causing the hand in his hair to pause momentarily.
“Yes?” In times like these, Sirius’s voice never held the smug, jaded air that subtly pervaded it at other times—it was rich, warm, and right there in every sense.
“You—“ Remus flushed, not quite believing he was about to ask this. “In History of Magic. What were you, err, thinking about?”
Sirius groaned. “If you’re going to ask me questions like that, Moony, you might want to get your head out of my lap.” He paused. “You really want to know?”
“Well…yes.” Remus could feel his cheeks burning, and prayed Sirius wouldn’t comment on it. Any teasing right now would make him lose what nerve he’d worked up to ask this question.
“Well,” Sirius began, and his voice was almost a purr. “We were lying here, kissing, not unlike last night.”
Is that all? Remus had always thought that Sirius’s fantasies would be slightly more interesting than this own.
“You moaned a little—I can’t even tell you how sexy your moans are, by the way—and spread your legs. I slipped between them, and realized you were hard…not unlike you’re getting now.” He ran his hand down Remus’s side, only to stop at his hipbone. “I slipped my hand up your robes and began to pull them up a little—you didn’t object.” Sirius said this last bit as though it were something noteworthy, but Remus was fairly certain his own reaction would be identical were the same thing to happen right then. “I slid your robes up to your chest—you lifted your arms to let me pull them off.” He paused. “I did, of course. I kissed your lips, and moved down slowly—I kissed your neck, your nipples, your belly…you arched your hips up to meet me. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of your pants and made to pull them off—you let me.” Sirius smiled down at him. “You were so hard—hard as I was. I wrapped my fingers around you and you moaned like nothing else…”