starry_quartz
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James is watching the dancing couple intently while he slowly sips Firewhiskey.
His shirt is hanging open and, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest and the way his eyes darken, Sirius gets the feeling that James is actually liking what he sees.
What the hell?
“Oi Prongs!” says Sirius, torn between his own fascination with the show and his vague memory of what propriety dictates. “Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, maybe do something about that?” he says, gesturing at Lily’s hands all over Remus’ arse.
Although Sirius has to admit Remus has a fantastic arse, this is not normal at all.
“Nahhh,” says James. “When we said night off, we meant night off,” he grins.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Anything we fucking want, my dear Padfoot,” winks James.