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“Oh no,” Remus groaned. “We’ve got to get up the, the, the, thingies!” he gestured blindly towards the stairs leading to their dormitory.
“Dun worry Moony, I’ll get us up there. To bed,” Sirius purred. He tried his best at seductive eyebrow wiggling, but he was so drunk he couldn’t even feel his eyebrows.
Remus giggled, leaning forward to kiss Sirius. They stumbled backwards, long limbs intertwining as they collapsed at the foot of the stairs, kissing hungrily. Tongues – hot, wet and sloppy – tangled and traced and tasted of Firewhiskey, until they were both breathless and Sirius gasped, “Upstairs. Now.”