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“If you’d stop acting like a prat, we wouldn’t need to have this conversation, Padfoot.” huffs Remus as he tosses his bag at his bed, uncaring of whether it actually lands there or not.
“I didn’t even do anything, moony! She came at me twisted, so I came at her Siriusly.” replies Sirius as though he doesn’t realize how pissed off Remus actually is at the whole situation that landed him in detention the day of a full moon.
“You snapped at her because she asked you on a date after you made out with her at the quidditch victory party Ravenclaw hosted last night. You got into a screaming match with the girl, and then proceeded to ruin our potion which landed ME in detention tomorrow. Oh, and let’s not forget IT’S A FUCKING FULL MOON!” snarls Remus as he whirls around to glare at Sirius, uncaring of the way those gray eyes widened and how hard he swallowed at the reaction.
He’s pissed.
“But, Remus, I told her last night that it wasn’t going to be a thing. She’d only asked for help in getting her ex to leave her alone for the night so she could celebrate the win.” says Sirius as he tries to explain, holding his hands up placatingly.
“Sirius, you fucking idiot…” groans Remus, and before he can think better of it, he’s got Sirius pinned against the wall on the other side of the door. “Stop kissing girls just for the sake of trying to help them out. They all fucking like you, and they want a chance that you are baiting them with by giving into their demented requests. Not everyone is like Lily when she asked James to help get that Delaney boy off her back before she got with Severus.”
“I-I get that, Moony, but why’d you pin me to the wall to say it?” asks Sirius with wide eyes, and that’s when Remus realizes what he did.
He’d been thinking about it, wanting to shake him and make him get serious about this whole situation, but he hadn’t actually realized his body had moved on its own until Sirius pointed it out. They’re so close, close enough that Remus can see the tendrils of blue swirling in those gray eyes, enough that he can see the little pattern of freckles over his nose, so faded it’s almost impossible to notice. They’re close enough that Remus can see the way Sirius’ breaths keep hitching in his throat, the way his eyes are darting up and down, and he keeps licking his lips.
“I- uh- I don’t really know...” mumbles Remus as he looks at Sirius, letting his eyes drift down to those pretty lips that are slick and taunting him.
He really wants to kiss Sirius, those lips are taunting him, looking so plush and wet and there for the taking. He wants to feel them against his own, he wants to bite that bottom lip, pull it back, and watch it bounce into place again, he wants to explore that wet mouth with his tongue.
Remus just wants.
Remus glances up to see a glint of recognition in those eyes before they fall again, and he realizes with a start that they’re locked on his own bitten lips. He’s biting into his own bottom lip, as he unconsciously tilts forward some, closing that distance.
“Moony, I-” Sirius seems to want to say something as his hands make their way up and into Remus’ hair, but he cuts himself off and just tugs lightly on the strands of hair between his fingers.
Remus aches with want, his hands falling to hold Sirius by the hips, and Sirius leans in, so he moves to close the distance. He’s nervous, but his desire is running the show much like it seems to be for Sirius as their foreheads touch and their noses brush. His heart is in his throat, and this may seem like a heat of the moment thing, but Sirius seems to want it just as much as he does.
Consequences be damned.
Just as their eyes fall closed, the door slams open beside them, shattering the moment.
“Damn you two got- oh fuck, I interrupted something, didn’t I? Ugh, stupid James, stupid.” James goes from teasing to realizing what was happening to facepalming hard as he berates himself.
Sirius and Remus turn to look at him before looking back at each other, but Remus is ready to pull away, to forget this moment ever happened if that’s what Sirius wants to. But when Sirius’ hands come forward to cup his cheeks, Remus decides to throw caution to the wind.
“Fuck it.” They murmur it at the same time just before their lips meet in the middle.
Remus presses forward again, pushing Sirius back against the wall a bit harder, their lips slotting together the moment Sirius’ lips parted on a huff of laughter at the move.
“Fuck yeah, but also, gross.” James’ voice sounds far away, both teasing and supportive as expected.
Remus gets that bottom lip between his teeth, and he wants to suck, to nibble, to tug, so he does. He starts with a soft suckling before nibbling as Sirius whimpers into the kiss, but then he tugs as he pulls away.
The sound of gagging breaks Sirius’ attempt to pull Remus back in for another kiss, as Remus turns to look at James with concern written all over his face. Only to see James gagging playfully while wiggling his brows.
“Gross, guys, I don’t need to be traumatized in my own room.” chuckles James when Sirius picks up his own bag and throws it at him to make him stop.
“I’m finally kissing my moony, and you’re interrupting? Go away, prat.” huffs Sirius with a pout, sticking that bottom lip out as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Stop pouting, he’ll give you more kisses. I’ve been waiting ages for this to happen.” says James as he throws his head back and laughs.
“Prongs, mate, this happened out of nowhere… what are you talking about?” asks Remus with an arched brow and confusion in his voice.
“Moony, bub, you’ve liked Pads for ages, don’t deny it. I’ve listened to many a rant about Padfoot and his one-night stands but also his looks, determination, and the way he cares.” replies James knowingly as he looks at Remus daringly, challenging him to try to argue.
“Well, yeah, I’m not going to deny that, but this wasn’t- he’s not-” says Remus with a soft sigh as he takes several steps backwards, needing the space as he tries to get his head on straight. “It’s just a kiss. You know he deserves better than me.”
“I’m not-” starts James with a harsh shake of his head and a frown.
But he’s cut off by Sirius as he launches himself at Remus, mouth already moving, “The hell did you just say? Deserves better than you? Who? Me? Remus, have you met you? If anyone deserves better it’s you, but I know you’ll disagree because we’ve made amends with our trauma and are healing. Point is, you’re mine dammit, so you better stop jabbing at yourself! You’re amazing, the kindest, smartest, bravest man I know, and you’re the sweetest person in the world, so observant you make sure any bad day ends before it can begin, or you help us find ways to make it end on a better note. You’re everything to me, Remus Lupin.”
Remus just holds Sirius in his arms, his hands clenching around taut, muscled thighs as Sirius looks him dead in the eye with those eyes that make him melt when they hold so much love and kindness. They hold love that Remus had always thought was platonic, but here Sirius is telling him it’s anything but.
“Sirius, you can’t just-” Remus tries to argue, tries to shake this away because he had his moment, and now it’s time to move past it so Sirius can find someone better.
But Sirius kisses him, he kisses him hard, fast, and bitingly, his teeth latching onto Remus’ bottom lip and sending tendrils of pain and pleasure soaring through him at the feeling.
Sirius pulls back and says, “You’re mine, and nobody is going to argue with me about it. Not even you. Not now that I know you want me to, so be my boyfriend, Moony, and give me kisses.”
Remus thinks he should argue, thinks he should stop this before they lose this friendship, but he doesn’t want to. He wants this, he’s wanted it for ages, so he’s not going to stop himself from taking what’s being so readily offered. Instead, he leans in, brushes their lips together and whispers, “Yes.” before kissing Sirius more firmly.
“Glad you two sorted that mess out, but Sirius, we have practice. So, Imma need you to kiss your boyfriend later, we gotta go.”
“James, I’m going to immobilize you if you don’t stop interrupting my kisses with Moony.” growls Sirius as he pulls out of the kiss, freeing the bottom lip he’d taken hold of as soon as he got the chance, to glare at James.
“It’s quidditch practice!” exclaims James exasperatedly as he throws his hands in the air.
“It’s Moony kisses!” argues Sirius as he copies James’ motions as Remus holds him with the softest smile curving his lips.
“You can have more kisses later if you go to practice now.” says Remus softly, almost teasingly, chuckling when Sirius’ head whips around and his eyes get all big and wanting.
“I’ll take that deal!” exclaims Sirius before he’s pressing a quick kiss to Remus’ lips.
Remus lets him down with a soft snort, shaking his head as Sirius grabs his broom, shoves James at his, and opens the door, stomping his foot impatiently.
“Come on, slow poke. Weren’t you just saying we had to leave? What’s taking you so long to grab your broom? It’s right there.” says Sirius teasingly as he grins wide and waits in the doorway.
“Okay, okay, you ass. I’m coming. Can’t believe you’re turning this onto me like you weren’t just pouting like a baby because you wanted more kisses. Merlin, I better never end up like you.” grumbles James as he grabs his broom and heads for the door.
“You already are, and you’re not even officially with Regulus.” calls Remus as James pulls the door closed.
James just flips him off before the door shuts with a soft click. Remus can hear them teasing each other as they go down the stairs, but he’s distracted as he presses his fingertips to his lips, the ghost of Sirius’ kiss waiting there for him. Electric shocks pour through his fingertips at the touch, and he feels serene and sated with this hunger for more waiting to be unleashed the second he has Sirius in his sight again.
He may have ended up with detention, but Sirius Black asked him to be his boyfriend. So, maybe it evens out.