Holy hell. Holy fucking hell. You got it right on. The mood is perfect. The little details and timing really make this fic. The dialogue is perfect. How awkward things are between them is just perfect. And there was smoking and spunk down his leg and coat pulling kisses and you didn't forget Peter and you just fucking amaze me oh God I love you.
'I guess you're just what I needed,' he gasps. 'What?' 'Nothing. Just fuck me. Harder. Faster.'
I abso-fucking-lutely love that.
Love the details about the war. And the mention of Regulus and the awkwardness and how just wonderfully boyish Sirius was. God. Your characterization was spot on.
"They eat and drink in silence, half comfortable, because they've known each other forever, half awkward, because it's been so long since they've last seen each other."
I swear it's like you reached into my mind and arranged all the little things I love about shitty diners at 3AM and made them into what might be the best thing ever. And God. Shit. I fucking love this.
COHERENCY IS NOT MY STRONG POINT WHEN I KEEP STOPPING EVERY MINUTE TO FLAIL.
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'I guess you're just what I needed,' he gasps.
'What?'
'Nothing. Just fuck me. Harder. Faster.'
I abso-fucking-lutely love that.
Love the details about the war. And the mention of Regulus and the awkwardness and how just wonderfully boyish Sirius was. God. Your characterization was spot on.
"They eat and drink in silence, half comfortable, because they've known each other forever, half awkward, because it's been so long since they've last seen each other."
I swear it's like you reached into my mind and arranged all the little things I love about shitty diners at 3AM and made them into what might be the best thing ever. And God. Shit. I fucking love this.
COHERENCY IS NOT MY STRONG POINT WHEN I KEEP STOPPING EVERY MINUTE TO FLAIL.
Fuuuuck I'm gonna go read it over a couple times.