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“Truth or dare, my moonage daydream?”
“The only truth is that you’re piss drunk.” Rolling his eyes a little, Remus couldn’t help himself from smiling fondly at Sirius’ very drunk self. His hair hung over the edge of the bed, lying upside down so he could still watch the rest of them on the floor.
“Not my question, love,” By now, he’d expect to be used to the way Sirius called anyone and everyone ‘love’ the moment he was drunk, but he can’t stop the heart flutters when he says it like that while looking like that. Eyes slightly glazed and droopy, a lazy smirk across his face. With his tie loosely around his neck, his untucked shirt slightly hiked up.
“Dare.” With the way Peter was staring at him, there was no way in hell he’d choose truth. Unfortunately for him, he had underestimated exactly how drunk Sirius was.
“Kiss me,” Without any hesitation, Sirius gave him his dare, dropping down from the bed to stare at him expectantly.
As if he knew what thoughts were running around Remus’ head, he pulled on his tie to loosen it even more, and if the look Sirius was giving him wasn’t enough to tempt him, that action surely was. Remus’ eyes trailed away from the exposed skin around Sirius’ neck, his very easy to bruise skin tempting Remus, and focused on Sirius' hands. His small, perfect hands with very perfectly shaped fingers. Merlin, how Remus’ wished he was one of those rings wrapped around his fingers. (though with how Sirius had him wrapped around his fingers, he might as well be one of the silver bands already.)
He watched as Sirius inched closer to him, fingers reaching up for Remus’ chin, lightly trailing up his thin shirt and leaving the toned body underneath very desperate to feel his cold fingers tracing every muscle and vein. His hand lightly pulled at Remus’ tie, loosening it before using it to guide Remus’ lips to his, leaving them barely an inch apart before shifting that hand to rest on his shoulder. His left hand rested on Remus’ thigh, his knees just barely touching his. “Kiss me, please,” If Remus wasn’t doomed before, he definitely was now. But who was to blame him? Because Sirius is sitting that close to him, looking like that while saying things like that in the way that would have Remus on his knees in a second. It was so, so unfair that Sirius could do things like that and expect Remus to not fold instantly, to not give himself up willingly.
So he leaned down and connected their lips, kissing him passionately and finally letting himself indulge himself just a little. Sirius let out a soft gasp before he was kissing back just as passionately, leaning forward and parting his lips. The hand on Remus’ shoulder travelled up to cup the back of his neck, before tangling them in his hair, pulling him even closer. Remus found his hands around Sirius’ waist, pulling him up and into his lap as he kissed him harder, and the butterflies in his gut took flight when he heard Sirius’ soft moan.
“Ahem,” Immediately pulling apart, Remus looked away with his cheeks flushed while Sirius smiled up at him cheekily. He leaned over to leave a quick peck on his cheek before he was moving back to his original spot, beside James, who was shooting a glare in Peter’s direction.