*mauls you* for two reasons: Remus was going to be around – smelling like he did, sounding like he did, looking like he did – and Sirius was going to either completely lose his mind trying to resist him, or blow their friendship to smithereens by throwing him down and fucking him through their hideous orange couch. and Sirius delighted in the friction of Remus' tongue on his own as they explored the new textures, the light click of their teeth as they awkwardly experimented with angles, of the push and pull of their lips against each other. It was slow and wet and consuming, and Sirius had never tasted anything as wonderful as Remus.
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This is just amazing.