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starboy-sirius · 26 days ago

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kiss me on the mouth

Remus held back a groan for what felt like the millionth time this evening. The urge to roll his eyes whenever Sirius would interact with Marlene was beating down on him, which was insane because Marlene was Sirius’ girlfriend, so of course they were going to talk to one another.

Remus just didn’t think he could bear it having to watch them snog, their mouths moving together like they knew each other intimately, tongues peeking out every so often to lick up against one another.

The Gryffindor common room was decked out with Halloween decorations, orange bunting and floating lights hanging from corner to corner, the main lights having been turned off for mood lighting, as James put it. Remus wasn’t sure who James was trying to seduce with his mood lighting considering Lily was about two seconds from jumping Mary, but with the way his friend eyed the portrait he assumed there was someone else.

The eldest two years were all gathered in various spots in the room, some of them by the open window smoking something that Remus knew had been cooked up in the greenhouses weeks prior to the party. Most people were dancing in a makeshift area by the alcohol table, bodies dressed down in skimpy costumes moving against each other sensually, the bass of the music thrumming within their veins and pounding along with their hearts. Remus almost wished he was up there with a stranger, feeling their body entwine with his, because it would be a lot better than his current position, which was sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, James’ legs caging his body as he spoke to Peter.

Remus was fading in and out of their conversation, humming occasionally to give the impression that he was listening as he drank from his bottle and watched from lidded eyes as Sirius got the soul kissed out of him by Marlene.

Jealousy burned something wicked in his chest.

Lost within his haze of hatred, which he wasn’t entirely sure if it was aimed at them or himself, he didn’t notice Lily and Mary bounding over to their little group by the fireplace. Lily was dressed as a muggle comic book character called Poison Ivy and had somehow convinced Mary to go as Harley Quinn. Remus wasn’t sure whether Mary knew that the two characters were girlfriends and that Lily was seriously projecting, but it made him smirk as he watched the two of them sneak glances at each other.

“Guys! Come and dance with us!” Lily yelled, smiling wide and free due to the alcohol she’d consumed.

Mary was much the same, hanging off Lily as though she was her life support. “Oi! Black, stop swallowing our friend and come dance with us!”

Sirius, snapped out of his daze by a push from Marlene, jumped up and rushed to the dancefloor with the two girls, twirling them around with one hand each. Remus watched them and sighed. Sirius looked incredible tonight. He was dressed up like a pirate, with a white shirt he’d borrowed from Remus billowing around him, unbuttoned past his sternum. He wore loose brown trousers that were buckled with an oval shaped metal belt, engraved with jewels dangling from it. He also had a dainty waist chain tucked within the shirt that peaked out every time he moved his hips and the light shone from it.

It made Remus want to eat him.

A loud cough sounded from opposite him and he snapped his neck so fast it was a wonder he didn't get whiplash. Marlene was staring at him with a raised eyebrow, her mouth curved into a small smirk. “He looks good, doesn’t he?”

Marlene was dressed much like Sirius, her own white pirate shirt billowing around a corset that pushed her breasts upwards, making them appear as though they were spilling from it. Remus had just come out as gay to his friends but even he could admit that Marlene looked incredible tonight. Her trousers cut off at her calves, short enough to show her chunky black boots and the hint of the tattoo that curled around her ankle. A pirate hat sat atop her head and underneath it was a Gryffindor red bandana, her wild blonde hair backcombed to create an effortlessly messy look.

Remus felt quite inadequate with his bloody shirt and trousers both adorned with rips and gashes. He’d removed the glamour from his face and body to reveal the scars he bore every day, bedazzled with some fake blood. When people asked what Remus was he told them he was the victim of a werewolf. Everyone complimented him on how real it looked.

A soft, coy grin lifted the corner of his lips at the memory. Sirius had been horrified before he’d laughed his head off, joking that he should have gone as a dog. “He does. Your doing, I imagine?”

Marlene laughed, throwing her head back. “You’re joking, right? This was all his idea. Said he wouldn’t be able to outdo Moony but he could still look damn sexy.”

Remus rolled his eyes, a small blush coating his cheeks as he ducked his head and took another sip from his bottle to stall for time. He didn’t know why he was so surprised that Sirius spoke about him with his girlfriend, they were best friends after all and it’s not like it meant anything. “He’s such an idiot.”

Humming, Marlene took a sip from her own bottle, black fingernails wrapped around the neck. “A damn good kisser, though.”

Remus immediately felt queasy, but he brushed it off and shrugged in a way that he prayed was nonchalant and not stiff. “I wouldn’t know.”

Marlene eyed him suspiciously, a laugh threatening to break from her lips. “You’re lying.”

“Of course I’m not,” Remus ground out, becoming more agitated as the seconds ticked by because he wished he was lying. “Why would I lie about that?”

“Well, I don’t know. But he’s kissed James plenty of times and even Pete once as a dare, so I only assumed he’d kissed you as well.”

“That’s true, Sirius is very affectionate,” James’ voice drifted down from above him and Remus jumped in his spot, completely forgetting he was there.

“Jesus, James,” he swore, shuffling in his spot and placing a hand on James’ knee as if that would ground him.

“I’m pretty sure Padfoot has kissed you,” Peter mumbled from around the rim of his glass, amber firewhiskey sloshing dangerously.

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if he’d kissed me, Pete,” Remus snarked, unable to keep his irritation from bleeding into his words.

A quick glance at Marlene told him that she’d heard the bite in his tone and found it amusing, a full grin breaking out on her lips as she sat up and leaned closer to Remus, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. “Well, you’re missing out, dear Remus. That boy kisses like a whore, so desperate for it. He’ll sit there and fight with you, so demanding and hot. But oh, the minute you put your tongue in his mouth? He practically melts. Whines like a puppy and just takes it.”

Remus felt like he was going to implode. He felt hot all over like someone had doused him in oil and lit a match, his body prickling as his brain conjured images to match Marlene’s words. Throwing him into the fireplace or holding his head underwater in the Black Lake would be less painful than hearing this and not being able to experience it. Just once Remus wanted to know what it was like to kiss Sirius. He wanted the boy whining for him, because of what Remus was doing to him.

Marlene looked like she wanted the same thing.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Remus watched as Marlene called for Sirius, the boy’s head whipping around immediately, his hair swishing over his shoulder like some sort of muggle shampoo advert. Remus was transfixed.

Sirius made his way over and sat down next to Marlene obediently as she patted the spot next to her. She turned to her boyfriend with gleaming eyes. “It has come to my attention that you haven’t kissed Remus. Why?”

A blush burned prettily into the freckled skin of Sirius’ nose and the apples of his cheeks, eyes darting from Remus to Marlene, an edge in them as they reached the blonde girl. “Because we just haven’t, Marlene, why are you asking?”

The girl didn’t seem intimidated in the slightest, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just find it rather odd that you’ve kissed both Pete and James, and James a fair few times might I add, and not dear Remus here. I think you should rectify that immediately.”

Spluttering, Sirius looked between Remus and Marlene rapidly, blushing further when he caught eye contact with Remus. “I— that’s ridiculous, Marls. Why would you want me to do that? We don’t need to do that, right Moons?”

Rolling his eyes, Remus ignored Sirius’ pleading stare and turned to Marlene. The open rejection from Sirius was enough to kill his mood for weeks and he was over Marlene getting her kicks from it. “Piss off, Marlene, and stop teasing him. He clearly doesn’t want to.”

He rose to his feet, swigging the last of his drink with the intention of getting another one straight away so that he could get away from the couple before him. He dropped the empty bottle to the nearby table. Maybe he would go to the dancefloor and find someone to lose himself in for the night. There was that Ravenclaw boy who had made very obvious hints that he found Remus attractive…

“Remus, wait—”

“That’s what you think,” Sirius’ plea was cut off by Marlene’s sly comment.

Remus turned to them, feeling slightly better now that he was looking down at them as opposed to them looking down at him on the floor. He could see clearly how panic flashed across Sirius’ face as he turned to Marlene. He hissed, “Marlene, shut the fuck up.”

Bored of their antics and feeling like the butt of the joke, Remus spoke softly and yet lethally. “When I came out to you I thought you’d be cool about it. I didn’t think you’d sit here and take the piss out of me for it.”

Sirius looked up at him like he’d just been slapped around the face, eyes widening dramatically. He stood up instantly, shooting from his spot on the edge of the sofa with desperate eyes and downturned lips. “Remus, what—”

Marlene’s heavy sigh and groan cut him off. “Godric, I am being cool about it. I’m trying to—” she cut herself off, took in a deep breath and turned to Sirius with a new determination in her eyes. “Y’know what? Kiss him.”

“Marlene,” Remus shook his head. What wasn’t she getting? Sirius didn’t want to kiss him, he’d made that perfectly clear. She was being cruel whether she knew it or not.

“No,” she held up her hand, eyes still pinned on Sirius. “Kiss him. For the love of fuck just kiss him.”

Something seemed to travel between them at that moment, a silent conversation happening between their eyes, and Remus watched as Sirius seemed to go through the motions. He had always been so expressive, every emotion written on his face clearly for anyone to read. He wasn’t shy and he rarely kept his mouth shut, so whether someone read it or not they’d probably hear about it sooner or later. It was something that Remus loved about him no matter how annoying it could be.

“Fine!” Sirius snapped, glaring at Marlene before turning to Remus and softening his stare immediately.

As Sirius walked closer to him the entire common room faded into nothingness, the music becoming white noise and the people vanishing completely. It was only Remus and Sirius in the room, the latter coming to a stop just before Remus, head tilted upwards so that he could look into Remus’ hazel eyes, his stare earnest and shiny.

“Sirius, stop. You don’t have to do this,” Remus mumbled, voice hushed as to not break whatever bubble they were in right now.

In a way, Remus sort of felt like he could cry as he watched the boy he loved force himself to kiss him just because his odd girlfriend demanded it. Was that all Remus was? An errand to tick off before he went back to the real thing?

Hands came up to the hem of his bloody shirt, gripping lightly. Those grey-blue eyes were round like a doe’s and oh-so tempting. Sirius’ lips were red and shiny, most likely from the alcohol and the way Sirius tended to bite them whilst he danced and it made something feral unfurl itself in Remus. He wanted to lick and bite every inch of him.

“I want to,” Sirius whispered, hands tugging lightly at his shirt, lips wet and eyes wide.

Remus couldn’t hold back.

He cupped Sirius’ cheeks in his hands, long fingers brushing through the wild waves that fell around his face, and captured his lips. He groaned at the feeling, finally knowing what it was like to kiss Sirius Black, the boy he’d been in love with for years.

Marlene wasn’t wrong about Sirius, but boy did she leave out a few details.

Sirius kissed like a starving man, like someone who had been caged for years only to feel the first rays of sunshine on his face and reach for them with everything he had. His lips moved with Remus’ immediately, his hands sliding up Remus’ torso and gripping the shirt with strength, the buttons popping and scattering to the floor. Remus tried to pull away, to see the commotion that Sirius just caused but he wasn’t able to. A soft groan of complaint was all he registered before Sirius’ mouth was back on his and his hands were wound in Remus’ hair, pulling roughly and causing his roots to tingle.

Remus couldn't keep the feral part of him locked up any longer. He pressed his hands bruisingly into Sirius’ hips, sneaking his hands under the white shirt and tangling them in the waist chain he knew was waiting there. His skin was so soft and Remus couldn’t help but moan into Sirius’ mouth, pressing his lips harder as Sirius pulled him closer. Their bodies were connected at every point, one of Remus’ legs automatically slotting between Sirius’, an eager noise ripping itself from the latter’s throat.

Their lips moved together insatiably, but it wasn’t a fight like Marlene had suggested, it was more like a dance without a leader. Sirius tried to get the upper hand, to retain control, but Remus knew that the boy was begging for someone to take the lead. So that’s exactly what he did.

Sneaking one hand further down, Remus grabbed a fistful of Sirius’ arse and felt the shift in the air as Sirius all but gave in to his touch, his back arching deliciously and his mouth opening in a silent gasp. Remus took the opportunity to lick into Sirius’ mouth and delighted in the eager, desperate whine that left Sirius’ lips, the boy releasing little huffs and moans as Remus continued to delve into his mouth.

Removing his mouth from Sirius, Remus ignored the whiny complaints and mouthed at his jawline, licking and biting his way to his earlobe and down his neck, listening for particular sounds that left Sirius’ mouth. He latched onto the patch of skin where his neck met his shoulder and sucked hard, feeling Sirius tremble in his grasp, legs squeezing Remus’ one trapped between them.

Remus licked over the area once, twice, before biting the skin, holding it captive between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Sirius moaned, breathy and high-pitched and like nothing Remus had ever heard before.

“Remus,” Sirius gasped, one hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck with a vengeance and the other coming to rest on Remus’ shoulder as though he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to push him away or pull him in closer.

Chuckling low and throaty, Remus seductively licked a stripe up his neck, over the notch in his throat, and over both of his lips, tongue curling. Sirius shuddered. “That’s it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You,” Sirius whimpered, trying to pull Remus’ lips back to his, eyes blown wide and hazy. “I want you.”

The moment was cut short by a loud voice. “Fucking thank Godric! Can I please go back to my girlfriend now?”

Remus blinked and suddenly the entire common room swam back to him in pieces. James and Peter looking at them with wide eyes and even wider grins, Marlene rolling her eyes at them with an exasperated yet happy look on her face, Lily and Mary whooping from the dancefloor, their arms wrapped around each other and lipstick smudged.

“Wait, did you just say girlfriend?” Remus frowned, focusing on Marlene, which was a herculean effort considering Sirius was still hanging from him looking utterly submissive and edible.

Marlene rose from the sofa and picked an invisible piece of dirt from her shirt, mouth poised in a smirk once more. “That’s the last time I do you a favour, Black. I told you he wouldn’t try to steal you from me if he saw us kissing. Remus is way too gentlemanly for that.”

“That kiss says otherwise,” Pete mumbled, grinning wildly and wiggling his eyebrows when Remus shot him a look.

Marlene tapped Remus on the shoulder and walked off towards the portrait where Dorcas was standing, leaning against the wall with a satisfied smirk on her lips and her Slytherin friends around her. Remus could practically feel James perking up from his seat.

“Wait, is Dorcas here? Did she bring her friends?!” James was up and out of his seat immediately, eyes on the boy standing to Dorcas’s left who was accepting a drink from a Ravenclaw in Remus’ year.

Remus felt bad for the boy, knowing that he’d be competing against James Potter for the remainder of the evening, but he couldn’t find it in himself to focus on that right now.

He turned to Sirius, who was still pliant from their kiss, staring up at Remus with a small, guilty smile on his face. “So you and Marlene aren’t dating?”

“No. She may or may not have a girlfriend,” Sirius shrugged innocently.

Nodding, Remus slid both of his hands down to rest warningly on Sirius’ arse, enjoying the way Sirius’ eyes became half-lidded once more, his mouth open on a silent intake of breath. “And you thought you’d trick me by pretending to date her?”

In a rush of breath Sirius said, “I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

Remus paused for a moment, looked at Sirius like he’d give him the time to rectify his statement, and then scoffed when it seemed that Sirius was, well, serious. He leaned down and licked over Sirius’ bottom lip and then the top one in one curl of his tongue, the fire inside of him roaring as Sirius tongue peeked out between his lips in the hope that it might catch Remus’.

“Sirius,” Remus waited for the other boy to focus on him. “You have had my attention since I met you.”

“Really?” The hope in Sirius’ eyes only further fueled the hope growing in Remus’ heart.

“Really. I have been in love with you for two years,” Remus murmured against his lips, pecking them softly once.

Sirius pressed his lips against Remus’ before he whispered, “I’m in love with you, too.”

Remus felt like he was on top of the world, happiness welling within him with a force he never knew capable. It was different to every other happy moment he had experienced. When his friends confessed that they had trained to become Animagi so that they could join him on the full moon, it was like a hit to the gut. Remus could only nod repeatedly and blink the tears from his eyes, a feeling of never ending gratitude surging within him for being so lucky with his best friends.

But this was different. What surged through him now was utter bliss. He didn’t feel the urge to cry, only the urge to never stop smiling again. He worried that he wouldn’t be able to kiss Sirius again because of his inability to wipe the permanent smile from his face, which would be a damn shame because Sirius did kiss like a whore, but Remus feared he was worse. Especially when it came to Sirius.

“Wait, if you two are going to start snogging like sluts again, I’m just gonna leave real quick,” Peter darted up from the sofa and over to the alcohol table where James was currently trying to get Regulus Black to take the drink he was offering and ditch the one the Ravenclaw had given him.

Remus and Sirius stared at each other for a moment before, “Dorm?”

“Dorm,” Remus nodded, taking Sirius by the hand and dragging him towards the stairs, a smile still etched onto his lips.

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they fuck in the dorm whilst james follows regulus around the party like a puppy :D

starchaser sequel?

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