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“Bon, alors qu'est-ce que j'ai dit?” [Okay, what did I say?] Sirius says, unclasping Leo’s belt and carefully pulling his arms out of the harness, mindful of his sleeping body.
“De rester assise tranquillement jusqu'à ce que Daddy ait fini.” [Sit quietly until Daddy is finished] June replies, bouncing up and down on the spot as she grips the side of the pushchair.
“C'est bien, Junebug!” [Good job, Junebug]
“Après, on ira au magasin de jouets acheter le dinosaure qu'on a vu à la télé!” [And then, we're going to go to the toy shop and buy the dinosaur toy from the television] She continues, ruddy cheeks pushing into her eyes as she grins.
“Ouais.” [Yep] Sirius replies as he picks Leo up from the pushchair and cradles him into his arms, rocking back and forth to stop him from waking up. Leo nestles against Sirius' chest, smacking his lips like babies do before dropping his bottom lip and falling back into a deep sleep.
They’re lucky, Leo’s a deep sleeper anyway and noise rarely wakes him up, in fact, he sleeps better when there is noise so Sirius isn’t worried about taking him into the lecture theatre. He doubts there’ll be any other noise besides Remus speaking, and that seems to soothe Leo like nothing else.
Sirius is slightly apprehensive of June. She’s a complete people person, like himself, and as much as he loves it, he knows that university students probably don’t want to be pestered by a four-year-old.
Still, he thought it would be a cute way to surprise Remus on his last day of teaching and the perfect time to take the kids into the city for some last-minute Christmas shopping before they head over to Wales.
“Mais n'oublie pas qu'il faut être très silencieux, comme une souris,” [Remember, we're going to be really quiet, like a mouse] Sirius explains, pressing a finger to his lips before tucking the pushchair into the corner, out of the doorway.
“Je vais être tellement silencieuse, tu pourras même pas dire que je suis là!” [I'm going to be so quiet, you won't even hear me] June says, barely whispering in a way only children can and pressing her hands to her cheeks, mimicking a mouse.
“That’s my girl.” Sirius grins, pulling her woollen hat off her head and throwing it in the pushchair basket. He gently pushes June's shoulder until she’s standing next to him and then places a hand on the door of the lecture theatre.
Sirius pushes ever so slightly, peaking his head in and around at where Dorcas is, keeping Remus’ attention away from them.
He takes a deep breath in before opening the door widely and pushing June into the room, swerving her to the left where he finds a couple of empty chairs.
The door makes a swishing sound and he tries not to cringe at it as he sits down, cradling Leo close to his body. It takes some extra help from her Papa to push the theatre seat down but then June climbs up, looking over at the other heads in awe.
She sucks in a sharp breath when she locates Remus and looks back at Sirius with an expression of pure excitement. “It's Daddy!” She whispers, before leaning forward on the table.
The girl in front of Sirius looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with June before frowning.
“Do you know my Daddy?” June asks and Sirius has to refrain from stopping her. She is whispering and the girl in front doesn’t look disturbed by it.
“Who’s your Dad?” The student asks, gently entertaining the conversation. June grins and uses her finger, half painted with purple glitter nail polish and points at Remus. The girl raises her eyebrows. “Professor Lupin is your dad?”
“Yep!” June nods.
“Oh, nice. He’s cool.” The girl nods before turning back around to check her notes.
Sirius runs his hand over June's hair, gently coaxing her back into his chair. He lets out a gentle exhale and can’t help the overwhelming feeling of pure pride after hearing that. He knows it’s not much, but to hear that the students think his husband is cool, well, it’s comforting in its own way.
Dorcas finally makes a move to leave and in a split second, looks up at Sirius and smirks before saying bye to Remus and exiting the theatre.
Sirius ducks down slightly, trying to hide behind the girl in front of him. He can’t do much about June, but he’s hoping in the last five minutes of the lecture, Remus’ eyes graze over the rest of the students and hopes that he doesn’t spot his daughter. Probably not the best idea to dress her in a bright lilac coat.
“Right, sorry about that,” Remus says up to the class, before shaking his mouse to turn his presentation back on. “Alright, a couple more slides, we’re nearly finished, I promise.”
In hindsight, Sirius realises (too late) that he probably should’ve given June more comprehensive instructions, or at least, sat down on the aisle seat so that she couldn’t get out, because the moment her little four-year-old ears hear the word ‘finish’, she perks like like a meerkat.
She gasps and jumps off her chair before Sirius can stop her. “Daddy!” She yells, trying her hardest to get down the large steps of the theatre. Everyone in the room turns to face her as she walks down the steps, including Remus who looks up from his laptop, glasses skewed. He frowns, looking over the screen and finally locates his daughter.
“June?” His eyes bulge out and he rushes forward as she gets closer. He picks her up and sets her over his good hip, frowning deeply as he looks like he’s trying to make sense of the situation.
Sirius was already on his feet the moment June stepped out the aisle and down the steps, and he holds his free hand up to his head, grimacing as he watches his daughter disrupt the class.
It takes Remus a moment to scan the entire room until he locks eyes with Sirius, pushing his eyebrows up in need of an explanation. With everyone murmuring and staring, Sirius can’t do anything but mouth “I’m sorry! Surprise?” He shrugs, leaning Leo up, hoping it would explain something.
Remus’ face splits into a small appreciative but helpless smile as something wordless passes between the two of them. He automatically bounces June on his hip, looking back at her with a grin.
“Professor Lupin, is that your daughter?” Someone in the front row asks. Remus pulls out of the small trance and clears his throat.
“Er, yeah, yes. This is my daughter, June. Say hi June.” He says, walking back and plopping her down on the table next to him.
June grins, swinging her little legs back and forth. “Hi!” She waves at everyone in the class and they all wave back, replying in a chorus.
Sirius bites his lip in anticipation, hoping the rest of the students aren’t too disrupted but then Remus looks up and he immediately feels at ease.
She’s a hit - of course she is, she’s their kid. June has since jumped off the table and is now speaking to one of the boys in the front row, pointing out his green hair.
“Daddy says when I’m older I can get pink hair like Marly!”
“That’s cool! Maybe I’ll get pink hair next time.” The boy replies and Remus watches in complete elation.
He eventually pulls June back, whispering in her ear as he picks her up and sits her down on his swivel chair behind his desk. She replies in the best whisper she can and although Sirius can’t make it out, it makes Remus laugh.
“Right, sorry about that everyone. My husband decided to surprise me on the last day.” Remus glances up with a small smile.
“You’re married?”
“You’re gay?”
Two voices cry out from the lecture hall and the quiet is taken over by the sound of collective murmurs from all over the room. Sirius frowns, looking at the few people in front groaning and dropping their shoulders.
Remus grimaces, blinking quickly. “Yes. And bisexual. What does this have to do with anything?” He says, confused.
“Well…” One of the girls in front starts up, twisting her fingers awkwardly and avoiding Remus’ gaze, “We didn’t think you were involved with anyone, you’ve never mentioned a wife- or husband.”
“I literally wear a wedding ring?” Remus says, holding his hand up and pointing to his ring. His brows furrow and Sirius watches him, unsure of whether to chime in or burst out laughing.
“We thought you were a widower or something!”
Remus drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. “Right, I’m going to stop you all here before this gets even more inappropriate. I am happily married, with kids. I’m just a bit of a private person, that’s all. Also, no offence to you all, but you’re barely 20.”
“Yeah, but 10 years is nothing!” The boy with green hair chimes in. By the looks of it, it seems he didn’t anticipate the volume of his own voice.
Remus looks back, completely bewildered. “Right. That’s a nice sentiment Darren, really is, erm, but I’m 34 and, you know, still married.” He nods, sympathetically.
Darren tucks his shoulders together and slides down the seat slightly, looking deflated.
Remus looks up at the rest of his students and sighs. “Guys, this is kind of weird and also, I don’t know what you were all thinking but your soulmate probably isn’t 14 years older than you. It’s definitely not me, I’m very happily taken.” He says, grimacing slightly.
“Just out of curiosity, how many of you chose this class because of m- you know what? I don’t even want to know.” He shakes his head definitively. “Right, well, this is an interesting end to the term. I have one last slide and then I’ll let you out.”
Remus turns back to his computer and slides his reading glasses back on the bridge of his nose. June jumps up closer and Remus automatically keeps his grip on the desk so she can hold on. He turns around and whispers something to her.
Sirius watches as her eyes light up. She nods and reaches over, pressing a button on Remus’ computer. She looks over her shoulder at the big projector and then makes one of those childlike expressions of pure wonderment.
Remus laughs and pushes his glasses back up on his head. “Right, I’ll email this out but your essays are due in a week. If you have not started, please do so now! I fought very hard with the university administration to make sure your assessments would all be due before Christmas so you can relax before term two. Please don’t make me regret that decision.” He says, smiling sarcastically.
Sirius’ entire body fills with such warmth for his husband. Getting the opportunity to watch him in action, watch his student’s faces as he teaches, is something Sirius can’t believe he hasn’t done before. Sirius knows he falls more in love with Remus every day, but today he feels that rush that he felt when they first fell in love.
“2,000 words and Harvard referencing, please. Questions are on the doc and I will be replying to emails until Tuesday. Alright, June, next slide please.” He turns and June squeals before pressing down on the button. The last slide is just a standard Thank you slide.
“You guys have been a treat to teach, honestly. Thank you for your time and attention, you’ve all been delightfully engaging. Have a wonderful holiday and I’ll see most of you next term! Alright, get out of here and some of you, maybe see a therapist!” His voice grows louder as the students begin to pack away.
Remus turns around and starts fiddling with the computer whilst June speaks to him. Sirius decides this is the best time to make his way down and he does so, careful of the student trying to leave. He feels Leo stirring and so he keeps a tentative hand patting his back just in case.
Remus pushes a button that turns the projector off and he nods at the few students who pass by and say goodbye. He pulls June off the seat and notices Sirius making his way towards him. His face splits into the smile that makes him look like he’s 21 again and Sirius can’t even judge the few students who seemed to have cast their attention to Remus - he was exactly the same.
“Hi.” Sirius approaches him, grinning.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Remus replies, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His face blooms with pure love and he reaches down, lifting Leo out of Sirius’ hold. “Oh, my darling, aren’t I the luckiest person in London right now?” Remus coos, kissing Leo’s sleepy face. Sirius waits for him to start crying, but he just tucks into Remus’ neck with a sleepy yawn.
“Papa, avez vous vu? I pressed the button on Daddy’s computer!” June bounces on the spot, holding onto Sirius' hand.
“I did, Junebug, c'est bien!” Sirius nods proudly, leaning down to press a kiss on her head.
Sirius is about to say something to Remus when he looks over his shoulder at this student coming forward. There are a few stragglers left, chatting by the stairs but this girl walks over with her eyes trained on Sirius.
“Sorry, Professor but, er, you’re Sirius Black.” She looks at Remus and then turns her attention back to Sirius. She gazes at him with a true sense of wonderment that puts Sirius a bit on edge.
“I am, yeah.” He replies, smiling awkwardly.
“You’re the creative director of BlackSmyth.” She says, pointing at Sirius with wide eyes.
“You a fan?” Sirius asks.
“Y-yeah, but erm, you’re one of the youngest creative directors in fashion history. I mean, you’re iconic!” She continues in astonishment.
Sirius rolls his lips inside his mouth, nodding as she compliments him. “That’s very sweet, thank you.”
“But I finally figured out why you look so familiar!” She turns to look at Remus before throwing her backpack around her hip and pulling out her laptop. “You see, I took this class as an elective, but don’t worry Professor Lupin, I really enjoyed queer theory honestly,” She opens it up and balances it on one hand, using the other to frantically click and type away.
Sirius glances over at Remus who looks both alarmed and intrigued. He seems to register the compliment and nods mindlessly, brows furrowed as he focuses on her speaking.
“But I couldn’t shake this feeling that I’ve seen you before and then I couldn’t pinpoint it so I thought I must have seen you in passing over the last two years. But when I saw your husband, it finally clicked!” She cries out, smiling widely as she continues to rattle on. Sirius watches in pure delight, waiting for her to finally reach her point.
“See, I’m actually studying fashion, specifically fashion history through a queer lens and in my first year, I was going through some archives and I came across this photoshoot in Vogue from years ago and I thought it was so cool! Like, completely stuck in my mind, obsessed with it!”
“Oh, no,” Remus whispers in horror, unconsciously bouncing up and down as Leo starts to wake up.
“Oh my god,” Sirius grins behind his hand.
“It’s you Professor Lupin! You were in Vogue!” She cries out with a bright smile, turning the laptop around and showing them a collection of photos they both know all too well. Remus grimaces, swiping a hand over his face and Sirius bounces on the ball of his feet, leaning closer to examine the pictures.
The collection was the first one Sirius ever directed. He was incredibly nervous as it was the first one Alphard trusted him with and he was hellbent on earning his place in the company rather than just passing through on the basis of being the then-creative director’s nephew. It was a small piece, in one of the back pages of Vogue and was supposed to showcase the new winter line of classic basics.
“What’s your name?” Sirius asks the girl, shaking his head fondly.
“Preethi.”
“Preethi, you are officially my favourite person right now! Moons, look at how young you look!” Sirius exclaims, wrapping his arm around Remus’ waist.
“I knew this would come and bite me in the ass years later,” Remus grumbles, finally looking up at the laptop with a frown.
“Stop it, it’s still my favourite shoot.”
“Professor, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, this is so cool! I mean, you were a model. In Vogue! And you look really hot.” Preethi tries to assure him, nodding alongside Sirius as she tilts the laptop towards her.
“I want to see, I want to see!” June jumps up and down at Sirius’ feet, craning her neck in hopes of seeing the laptop screen.
“Alright, let’s not.” Remus sighs lightheartedly, shaking his head.
Preethi barres her teeth and closes the laptop. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to be a bad thing.”
“No, you’re alright Preethi. Not sure I need my daughter to see that. I just can’t believe you recognised it, I mean, I was 21 in that.”
“It’s a very cool photoshoot.” She says.
“It was. It was a very good day too.” Sirius says in a suggestive tone.
-
It’s 13 years earlier and Sirius is standing on the other side of the counter whilst Remus tries to make some customer’s americano.
“Please? How many times do I have to beg?” Sirius whines, leaning his hands on the counter to get closer.
“I said no, Sirius,” Remus repeats in that same monotone voice.
“But you’re perfect for the campaign! I don’t want to work with professional models! It’s about classic basics, and you’re as classic as they get!” Sirius continues, following him around the counter like they’re magnets.
“I study classics, it has nothing to do with the way I dress or the way I look,” Remus says over his shoulder before turning around to hand the customer their drink. Remus flashes the middle-aged woman a smile and she walks out leaving Sirius a nasty look.
The coffee shop is empty aside from what looks like a university student with headphones on and an old man, staring out the window in the corner. Sirius decides that this might be his only last chance.
Remus goes to turn around but Sirius grabs his wrist just in the nick of time. He sighs, rolls his eyes and finally looks up at Sirius, obviously disinterested.
“Moony, please. I’m so scared that it’s not going to go well. I just, I want to do well, I don’t want people thinking I’m not good at what I do. Everyone there thinks I’m a fraud anyway, at least with you there, I won’t be so in my head about the whole thing.” Sirius admits quietly.
Remus exhales loudly, relaxing his shoulders. “Sirius, you’re very good at what you do, you always have been. I’m just…I’m not a model, I’m not Vogue or BlackSmyth material.”
“I don’t want a real model, I want you, I want an everyday person. Also, stop with that, people throw themselves at you all the time, you’re gorgeous and you know it. Alphard has offered you a job at least three times.” Sirius furrows his brows all cross.
Remus tries to hide the blush on his face by rolling his eyes.
“Please. I’m so nervous, I haven’t been able to sleep, I’m on the verge of throwing up every hour, please, just, please. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t mean it.” Sirius folds over, putting his elbows on the counter and resting his chin on his hands. He looks up at Remus, eyes wide and pleading.
Remus clenches his jaw and stares down at Sirius with an unmoving expression. It’s working, Sirius knows it’s working - they’ve been friends for so long that sometimes he wonders if he knows Remus better than he knows himself. He can almost make out the exact moment Remus gives in.
“Fine.” Remus sighs defeatedly, tipping his head back.
“Oh, Remus, I love you, I love you, I love you!” Sirius rejoices, jumping up and down in place with the world’s brightest grin.
“Get out, you’re banned from the cafe.”
Sirius starts to walk backwards towards the door. “Remus Lupin, you are a beautiful man! 11 on Saturday, please! I love you!” Sirius throws him a blow kiss and skips out of the cafe.
-
Remus Lupin arrives begrudgingly that Saturday morning, a coffee cup in one hand and his sunglasses in the other. His eyes rake over the old warehouse door, just around the corner from the BlackSmyth building in Kensington and he hopes that all the real fashion people are off today for he’s only wearing an old band tee and some jeans that probably don’t fit him well.
He knocks on the hollow metal door and waits a moment before Sirius throws it open. He’s wearing a bright smile, as well as an oversized white shirt and black tights that hug his legs perfectly. Remus admittedly finds himself distracted for a moment before Sirius beckons him inside. He didn’t seem to notice.
“Okay, this is it.” Sirius walks over to the set up which is just a white background. There’s a single stool in the middle that Remus avoids with his gaze.
There’s one camera, set up on a tripod directly opposite and a light reflector sheet on the floor. On the right of the small warehouse room, is a clothing rail, with a few, colourless items of clothing and a table with a couple of waters, an assortment of crackers or biscuits and some photographs.
Remus nods, swallowing hard as he takes in the very bare room. “Right. Erm, is this it? I thought there’d be way more people.” He jokes, removing his bag from his body and placing it on the floor near the table.
“Oh, I, er…well, I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed so I asked Alphard if it could just be us. I thought you’d prefer it.” Sirius confesses, looking down at the camera.
Remus looks back up within the second. He’s taken aback completely and blinks quickly, watching Sirius fiddle around the camera as if he’s avoiding Remus’ gaze.
“That’s…thanks Pads, that means a lot,” Remus says, feeling his face heat up.
Sirius’ face splits into the most beautiful smile. “I’m glad.” He walks over to the table and neatens up the pictures. “Right, so I spoke to Alphard about what he’s expecting and since this is going in the February edition, he wants to be like ultra sexy which shouldn’t be hard for you, but I found some pictures that are sort of similar to what I want to replicate, so have a look and erm, we can get started whenever you feel comfortable.”
Remus glances at Sirius on his right and smiles before looking down as if not to get caught. He nods, very aware of the fact that Sirius might have called him sexy and tries to focus on the few photos in front of him. Sirius pads over to the clothing rail and sorts through them, mumbling to himself.
Remus isn’t too sure what he’s supposed to do with these pictures, a lot of the men in this are shirtless and way more defined than Remus is. Sure, he swims and maybe he’s toned but he’s not buff. Everyone in the photos is extremely good looking and it reminds Remus that maybe he’s not Vogue material, no matter how hard Sirius tries.
He’s about to put a stop to this when he looks up and finds Sirius looking at him with a soft smile.
“What?” Remus asks, tilting his head.
Sirius shakes his head mindlessly. “Nothing, just…thank you. It means a lot that you’re doing this for me. I know this isn’t your cup of tea, but you being here makes me feel a lot better.”
Remus mirrors Sirius’ smiles and he nods in agreement. “No problem.” What was he thinking? He’d never be able to say no to Sirius, not when he’s looking at him with those eyes.
“I think maybe, we could start simple, just a white shirt and jeans. Sorry, I didn’t think to get a room divider but I can just turn around-“
“Sirius, we live together, it’s alright,” Remus says, walking closer. Sirius stares at him before nodding quickly. He pulls out the clothing and places the hangers on the end of the rail, pushing everything else to the other side.
Remus pulls his t-shirt off and starts to get changed whilst Sirius awkwardly turns towards the table to inspect the pictures. “Did you see the one on the top right?”
Remus pulls the BlackSmyth jeans up over his legs and buttons them up, wondering if he should put his trainers back on. “Which one was that, again?”
Sirius turns around and holds up a picture of what looks like an old Hollywood actress, pressing lipstick marks over an equally handsome man. Remus looks at it and then Sirius, who’s biting their lip in thought.
Remus begins to button his shirt from the third button-down. “Okay, what about it?”
“Well…if it’s okay with you, I’d like to replicate it,” Sirius says slowly and cautiously as if Remus is a gazelle, easily frightened.
Remus’ brain takes a moment to catch up with him. He’s not entirely sure what “replicating it” means exactly, but if it involves Sirius near him with lipstick, well, who is Remus to deny himself his biggest fantasy?
“Right, erm, okay. And how do we do that, exactly?” He asks, voice hoarse.
Sirius’ face splits into a small smile. “Well, it would include you unbuttoning your shirt and this red lipstick I brought.” He hikes up the shirt he’s wearing and pulls out a small black tube from the waistband of his tights.
Remus’ mouth becomes incredibly dry. “A-and you would…on me, t-to me?”
Sirius barres his teeth hesitantly. “Yeah, that’s why I just wanted it to be us, alone. I thought it would be less awkward if was just the two of us.”
“Right, erm, okay. Yeah, sure, whatever you need for the shot.” Remus says as casually as he can muster. He’s not sure how it actually turned out, as his brain just began making a really loud alarm sound and nothing is really being understood apart from the fact that Sirius is going to apparently kiss him all over his face and body.
“Great. Would you mind sitting on the chair, I just need to sort your hair out.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?” Remus teases, planting himself on the bar stool and resting his feet on the little bar. His legs dart outwards, just the perfect space for Sirius to stand between them. Sitting like this, they’re the same height and Remus wonders, just for a second, how easy it would be to lean in.
He clears his throat, furrowing his brow and pushing all thoughts of his stupid crush to the back of his mind. Sirius pulls the lid off some can and shakes some powder into her hand before massaging it into Remus’ hair. He spends a moment, just tousling it over and around and poor Remus can’t help but lean into the touch, his eyes rolling back in pure pleasure.
Remus manages to catch himself before Sirius realises and he finally steps back, assessing his work. He seems to be pleased and walks back to the camera, checking the settings. He pulls a tiny remote out and checks to see if the camera works. It flashes in Remus’ face and seems pleased with the result. He fiddles around for another moment, shifting the angle of the light reflector thing before walking back to the table.
Remus watches with such intensity as Sirius pulls out a combat mirror and applies the lipstick to his lips, taking such care and precision when doing so. He turns back around and Remus nearly falls off his chair.
“Okay, this is probably really weird and stop me if you feel uncomfortable okay?” He says in an apologetic tone.
Remus isn’t sure how else he’s supposed to say it’s fine without sounding incredibly desperate. “Okay.” He just about manages.
And then Sirius turns to the right and kisses Remus’ cheek softly. Remus’ eyes flutter close at the contact and he wonders how in the hell he’s supposed to get through this.
Sirius tilts his head up and leaves one on his eyebrow and then his forehead. He comes back down and kisses Remus’ jaw, close enough to his lips that Remus feels the need to think about very unsexy things.
And then he moves to the other side of his face, starting at the top and then working his way down Sirius’ face. Remus has no idea what he looks like at this point and frankly, he doesn’t care. He just never wants Sirius to stop.
Sirius is at Remus' jaw, leaving another kiss when he pulls back with a sly smile. He steps back gently, keeping his eyes locked with Remus until he’s out of frame. The camera flashes in the distance somewhere, but Remus fails to pay attention. Sirius clicks the remote a few more times before reapplying the lipstick and stepping back in between Remus’ legs.
“Stand up for me?” He asks quietly and Remus stumbles off the stool until he’s standing in front of Sirius. He looks up at him with a devilish smile before tilting Remus’ chin back, exposing his neck. He begins to press a few kisses to his neck, before moving down to his collarbone. Remus physically suppresses a moan but he’s sure he’s body is giving him away.
Sirius smiles against his skin as he gently pushes the shirt open. He tucks his hair behind his ears and starts leaving more lipstick marks, a couple on his chest, a few on his sternum and then even one over his nipple which makes Remus keel over slightly.
Sirius steps back out of the frame and takes a few more pictures. He stands behind the camera, zooming in and out all whilst Remus stands there, breathless and completely at Sirius’ mercy. He’s put Remus under some sort of spell, it’s the only explanation. That, or he’s completely and madly in love with Sirius and he’d do anything for him. It’s the latter, definitely the latter.
Sirius checks a few of the pictures and smiles to himself. “They look great.”
“I’m glad.” Remus chokes out, swallowing hard.
“I’m just wondering…”
“What?” Remus whispers.
“Well, I was just wondering what it would look like if I smudged the lipstick on your lips like you’d been making out with someone.”
Remus stays incredibly still. Honestly, he’s not sure he heard Sirius correctly, maybe he’s finally hallucinating, but then Sirius is staring at him with his head tilted in contemplation. It’s an overwhelmingly exposing feeling and Remus knows he’d only let Sirius gawk at him like this, it’s definitely worth it when Sirius is looking.
And then he’s slowly walking forward, pressing Remus’ shoulder so he sits back down on the stool. Sirius swipes on another coat of the red lipstick and caps it, leaning down and rolling it towards the camera. He stands back up and cocks his head back. “Do you mind?”
Remus never thought of himself as religious, but there must be a God out there granting every last one of his wishes today.
“Not at all.” He whispers, eyes flitting down to Sirius’ lips.
He leans in, long fingers finding a home on Remus’ jaw and tilts his head up, inching his lips closer. Remus closes his eyes, waiting for Sirius to make contact. But then he stops, and for a moment, Remus has the terrifying feeling that they’re about to stop or pull away.
But then Sirius moves closer, and he’s kissing Remus.
If Remus had any semblance of self-control, he’d probably take his time with the kiss, make sure he savours it but no, Remus Lupin has just spent the better part of the last half an hour being teased by Sirius Black, so excuse him when he wraps his hand around Sirius’ waist and pulls him closer. He opens his mouth, practically sucking his face as he tries to plant his body inside of Sirius’.
Sirius responds accordingly, reaching into Remus’ hair and tugging the strands with fervour. They move in tandem, the only sounds being their lips and quiet moans and whimpers they elicit.
Eventually, Sirius pulls away, only for Remus to chase his lips with a final one. Remus rests his forehead against Sirius’ and takes a moment to breathe before Sirius moves his head back.
His chest heaves in unison with Remus’ and he just looks at his face, admiring the work. Sirius reaches up and wipes his thumb along the bottom of Remus’ lip. He lets out a soft laugh before walking back to the camera, carding his fingers through his hair as he does.
Sirius takes a few more pictures, inching the tripod closer and Remus watches him with a dazed smile. Sirius catches his eye behind the camera and blushes, looking down to shake his head.
“Good?” Remus asks.
“Very good.” Sirius replies.
Sirius pulls the camera off the tripod and steps closer, holding it up to his face and taking a few close up of Remus’ face and chest. Remus hooks a foot around his leg and pulls him in, causing him to put the camera down.
“I was thinking…”
“What?” Sirius whispers, putting the camera down and leaning into Remus’ face, just close enough to feel the magnetic force pulling them together.
“I was thinking how we’re trying to sell sex, right? So why don’t we give them something to buy?” Remus whispers with a sly grin.
Sirius mirrors his expression and within the second, Remus stands up, takes the camera from his hand and sets it down on the stool before taking Sirius in his arms.
It's probably not the best place to fool around but it's the last thing Remus can think about right now. He's fooling around with Sirius and there's nothing that could stop him right now. Sirius, however, decides this is the perfect time to take some more pictures, just whilst they're in the middle of everything. Remus can't even pretend to care, not when Sirius is standing over him and smiling as he looks into the viewfinder of the camera. Remus even takes a few pictures, but he’s not sure they are appropriate enough for Vogue. Sirius eventually sets the camera up on the floor by the edge of the background and Remus lets him take all the pictures he wants, as he takes the time to work down Sirius’ body.
Sometime later, they’re both lying on the floor, Remus’ arm tucked underneath Sirius’ head. They’re both breathing heavily, whilst Remus mindlessly plays with Sirius’ hands.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” Remus turns his head and whispers before leaving a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips.
“Me too,” Sirius replies, smiling. “Do you want to get a bite to eat afterwards?”
Remus nods with a blissful grin. “Do you want to stay with me tonight and never leave?”
Sirius nods, matching Remus’ expression before rolling over and kissing him deeply again.
When the magazine comes out two months later, every one of their friends teases them for it and sure, whatever, Remus is covered in lipstick marks and looks like he’s completely drunk in love. But at least they’ll always have some evidence of their first date…or the couple of hours before it. Well, that and the lipstick mark on Remus’ chest that he gets tattooed the next day.
Unbeknownst to Remus Lupin, this exact photoshoot comes to bite him in the ass 13 years later.
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“It was. It was a very good day too.” Sirius says in a suggestive tone.
“Sirius.” Remus widens his eyes as he shakes his head gently. He turns back to Preethi, stepping closer and speaking in a hushed tone despite the lecture hall being empty. “Preethi, I’m sure you understand that I’d like to keep this under wraps. I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t go around showing everyone.”
“Oh, no, yeah, obviously. I wasn’t planning on showing anyone anyway, I just got excited because I finally placed you.” She smiles brightly and Sirius feels Remus unclench. “But you know, I can make coffee. And tea, I make really good tea.”
Remus and Sirius stop for a moment, raising their brows as they wait for clarification.
“I’m asking for a job. Or internship. Honestly, I’ll iron or something, I’ll do anything to work at BlackSmyth, even as a clothing rail, I don’t mind.”
Sirius stifles a laugh. “I’m sure we can find some space for you Preethi. Not as a clothing rail, probably something more exciting than that, but since you completely made my day today, send your CV and details to my husband and I’ll speak to HR.”
“Oh my god! Thank you! God, this is a good day!” Preethi pumps her fist before looking down at June. “June, you’ve got some really cool dads!”
“Okay!” June agrees gleefully before Preethi packs her laptop away and rushes out of the lecture hall, leaving Sirius to burst into laughter.
“Stop.” Remus deadpans.
“Your face!”
“It was 13 years ago!”
“I remember like it was yesterday,” Sirius says, leaning forward to kiss his husband.
“We need to scrub the internet of those pictures. June’s going to find them one day.” Remus says, shaking his head as he looks down at his daughter, playing with a little wolf figure she found in her pocket.
“It’s a couple of pictures of you covered in lipstick marks. It’s no different than when Effie kisses you.”
“Please don’t compare those two situations. I can’t believe someone recognised me from those pictures.” Remus hangs in head in shame just as Leo wraps his pudgy little hands on Remus’ cheeks. “Leo, did you enjoy those 10 minutes of Daddy being ridiculed?” Remus asks and Leo makes a sort of happy baby squeal.
“Hey, that’s still my best work you know.” Sirius teases, leaning over to kiss Leo’s head.
“I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m saying it’s embarrassing.”
“Papa, you said toy shop!” June jumps in place, looking up at her dads with a frown.
“I did promise. Allez, let’s go.” Sirius crouches down and buttons June’s coat before following Remus and Leo up the stairs.
“You know, if you wanted to do a 15th-anniversary shoot, I’d so be up for that,” Sirius says as they walk out of the lecture hall.
“Get out, you’re banned from the university.” Remus deadpans and Sirius throws his head back, laughing.