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Sirius Black was in his kitchen, in their little cottage in hogsmeade. He was preparing dinner.
It was a year after the second war, and Remus had decided to return to Hogwarts and teach, to keep him and Sirius afloat. Harry had become an Auror, and had his own place with Ginny. As Sirius finished plating he saw a figure apparate on the edge of their wards, and began to walk towards the house. As Sirius was pouring wine, the front door clicked and opened gently.
Remus walked in, and (He had a sudden jolt of inspiration) quietly crept into the kitchen. He sneaked up behind Sirius, who had his back turned, and wrapped his arms around him, picking him up and kissing him on the cheek. Sirius was not fazed in the slightest and simply turned his head to get a proper kiss.
“Nice try Moony.” Sirius breathed against Remus’ lips. Remus picked him up gently and settled him on the counter, leaning in and deepening the kiss. His fingers snaked around Sirius’ waist, holding him firmly in place. It took Remus every last drop of his self control to keep him from climbing on to the counter, on top of Sirius… Well, they would get to that later. Sirius broke the kiss, slightly breathless.
“You should at least eat Moony, so my efforts aren't in vain.” He said, gesturing to the plate and the glass of wine. Remus lifted his hand and stroked Sirius’ cheek gently.
“For you, I shall have some self control.” Remus turned around and picked up the plate and wine. Remus strode over to the table and placed them down, taking a sip from the glass. Sirius made to sit across from him, but Remus grabbed his wrist pulling him into his lap. Sirius didn't object, settling himself in Remus’ lap, a hand slung around his neck.
“So, anything new?” Remus asked, lips hovering over Sirius’ ear, hands roaming under his shirt, feeling the smooth, carved abdominal muscles there. Sirius gently stopped the wandering hands, guiding them into his lap.
“Actually,yes, Sirius answered. It's about the roses, I've FINALLY figured out what's going on with them! It's the acidity level in the soil! And I've also figured out how to get rid of blackspot!”
Sirius continued to talk about his roses, which somehow turned into a discussion about how rubbish the crosswords in the prophet were, which turned into a rant about that bloody Rita Skeeter.
However, Remus was only partly paying attention. He loved listening to Sirius talk, no matter the subject. He loved the way he moved his hands to accentuate points, the way his smooth face changed expressions.
Remus ate a few bites, letting his eyes roam over Sirius’ figure. His eyes fell on a spot on Sirius’ neck. The skin there looked so smooth and so, so soft.. Remus couldn't help it.
Remus set down his glass, leaning his head down, kissing that patch of skin he had been eyeing. Sirius stopped talking abruptly when he felt that warm, wet heat on his neck, before slowly continuing.
He decided to just let Remus carry on. At first it had started out gentle and sweet, but slowly it turned more aggressive and heated. The moon had to be a contributing factor, as Remus’ libido always tended to run higher around the full.
Remus sucked and bit, angry red hickey’s blossoming all over Sirius’ neck. Those would surely be dark purple by morning. Remus had lost every last shred of self control now, his fingers dipping slowly below the waistband of Sirius’ shorts. Sirius leaned back slowly, cupping Remus’ cheeks, bringing his face up to look at him. Sirius smirked at Remus, a single finger tracing over a scar on his face.
“What happened to self control, hm?” He murmured, looking into Remus’ eyes.
“Mmm..” Remus pulled Sirius closer, going back to work on his neck. “ I guess i've lost it.” he breathed against Sirius’ skin. Sirius brought a hand up to card his fingers through Remus’ hair, which was still mostly brown, although liberally streaked with gray.
“Tough day then?” Sirius asked, although he was sure he knew the answer.
“Oh, you have no bloody idea..” Remus replied. He tilted Sirius’ chin up, kissing his jaw, sucking another mark there. By now, his food had gone cold, and Sirius didn't bother reminding Remus’.
“Moony..” Sirius had said once Remus had started getting a little carried away. “Let's go have a shower, yeah?”
“Sure pads..” Remus said, resting his head on Sirius’ neck. Sirius grabbed his wand, and apparated them up to their bedroom.