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Remus sat on the kitchen counter, head back against the cabinets. He cradled a cup of tea in his lap and his eyes followed Sirius around the room, who was gesticulating wildly, deep in his storytelling. He didn’t follow what Sirius was complaining about; he just admired how he looked with the rare winter afternoon sunlight streaming in through the kitchen windows, flecks of dust swirling through the air between them. Remus put down his cup of tea beside him and, as Sirius paced closer, he shot out a leg to stop him mid stride. Sirius looked up, stumbling forward as Remus’ leg bent around his hip and pulled him in so that his friend was standing between his legs. Remus hunched forward, pushing Sirius’ hair back from his face gently. Sirius just breathed, or tried to.
“Moony?” he whispered, eyes searching before they were kissing. Sirius’ hand reached out, resting gently on his neck, feeling his warm pulse jump beneath his skin. Remus’ lips parted and he hummed as he wrapped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders, pulling him closer.
When they eventually broke apart, the angle too awkward and starting an ache in Remus’ neck, they kept close. Sirius pressed their foreheads together and exhaled shakily. Remus smirked and sat back, catching Sirius’ hand and threading their fingers together. He grabbed his cup of tea and took a sip, blushing behind the ceramic.
“Can you start again?” he asked Sirius with a squeeze of his hand. “I wasn’t listening.”