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It's a Friday night in mid-November, and the Gryffindor common room is absolutely buzzing with excitable energy. A Muggle-born in year three, Theo, has begrudgingly unearthed his beloved film projector from his trunk after much coercion from his dorm mates, and agreed to host a film night.
The third years have been planning the night for weeks now, under Lily's strict supervision, spreading the word and liaising with the kitchen elves for snacks and drinks—and the night has finally come. Picking a film to watch was a debate, of course, despite Theo's relatively meagre selection, but after much bickering it was decided they would watch something called The Exorcist.
Sirius isn't a big fan of horror films himself—his own past is scary enough—and naturally he had sulked about it, having much preferred they watch some action flick. The other Marauders seemed excited, though, so he had dutifully put on the strictly enforced dress code, pyjamas, and followed them down to the common room.
Everyone had been in high spirits as seats were taken, snacks were divided, and blankets and pillows were passed around. About twenty-four people had showed up, mostly Gryffindors and some friends from other houses, but the common room was large enough for them to all fit comfortably. Peter had successfully claimed one of the few armchairs right in front of the screen, cheering at his own accomplishment, and James was currently kicking him in the shins for it, grumbling about his defeat. James settles grumpily on the floor with his back against the armchair, a spot suspiciously close to where Lily is.
Sirius snorts at his friends' stupid antics, kicking at James's ankle himself and dodging his counter attack smoothly, before scurrying off to the snacks table. He carefully eyes up the selection and decides on a bowl of peanut M&M's, taking them with him to a spot he had spied earlier, slightly further back on the big rug, not wanting everyone in the room to see if he ended up too scared.
Not even a minute later, Remus settles down next to him, just as Sirius had known he would, and folds his gangly legs underneath him. He smiles at Sirius, bumping their shoulders together, and immediately leans in to steal some of Sirius's M&M's.
"Hey!" He yelps, indignantly.
Remus's smile grows wider as he looks Sirius up and down innocently, chewing peacefully.
"What? Like you don't know these are my favourite," He muses, raising an eyebrow as Sirius expression promptly changes, caught out.
"Still mine," He responds, narrowing his eyes and pulling the bowl away from Remus, attempting to hide it behind his back.
Remus laughs and takes the bait, reaching over Sirius's lap to try and steal the bowl from him. They struggle comically for a few moments, Sirius trying to keep Remus's grabby hands away from the bowl with his knee, and the other boy trying his best to squeeze past Sirius's line of defence.
"Get off!" Sirius squawks, elbowing Remus in the chest, but there's no bite to his words like there would be anyone else.
Remus just grins wider and grabs Sirius's elbow with his large hand, the other on Sirius's knee, and pushes them aside easily, and oh, Sirius's stomach flutters at that.
Remus has had a growth spurt over the past summer and is now a full head taller than Sirius. Despite the gangliness of the limbs he's still growing into properly, he's also grown significantly stronger, and Sirius's breath catches at the thought of being manhandled by him so easily.
In the few seconds it takes him to think about that and simultaneously try very hard not to think about that to avoid any awkward situations, Remus has lunged forward and snatched the bowl from his hands.
"I win!" He proclaims proudly, popping another M&M into his mouth triumphantly, and Sirius is secretly thankful the whole ordeal is over, for his poor dignity's sake.
They settle down after that, their knees pressed together with the bowl balanced on them precariously, as a blonde witch walks past with an empty cauldron for them to put their wands in.
"To avoid anyone from pulling any pranks or using Lumos," She explains sternly, Lily's influence clear as day, and the two boys dutifully drop their wands in.
Sirius wrings his hands nervously as the film's menu screen pops up on the wall, the projector humming noisily behind him, and he watches as Theo presses play and hurries back to his seat. The common room is shrouded in darkness but for the light of the screen and the moonlight streaming in through the windows. The third years had turned off all the lamps and doused the fire, using a heating charm instead to drive away the November cold, and as the film's title credits fade and it begins properly, the room feels sufficiently spooky.
Sirius leans back on his hands and watches the first scene play out on the screen. He's already quite sure he's not going to like this film—the little girl looks terrifying, and he heard someone mention earlier that the film is about demonic possession, a genre he would usually have avoided like the plague.
He starts as Remus links their pinkies together, and Sirius glances at him carefully—Remus is watching the film, gaze settled intently on the screen, but the corner of his mouth is tugged up in the slightest hint of a smile. Sirius huffs out a laugh at his audacity, although he knows no one would think twice about the gesture with how close and handsy the Marauders are with each other. It's the perfect cover, to be frank, and Sirius is grateful for it.
He's just focusing back on the film, having successfully managed to stop thinking for a minute about Remus and how much Sirius wants to hold his hand, when he hears a shuffling noise behind him. He glances over his shoulder but sees nothing out of sorts. It's probably someone grabbing a snack, or someone leaving who's honest enough to admit this film is already scary as hell.
He jumps a little when his attention shifts back to the film—the girl on the screen's eyes are glowing a bright white, and it's just... awful, really. Next to him, Remus starts to shift his position, unfurling his legs and stretching them out in front of him, and Sirius regretfully notices they're no longer touching. It adds to his annoyance. He can feel one of his sulky moods coming on—he doesn't like the film at all and he wishes he was up in their dorm room doing anything else, preferably kissing Remus, and he wishes the whole thing would just end already.
He's just deciding whether he's going to sit through the film and suffer or get up and leave and hope Remus will follow, when someone else makes the decision for him. He hears another noise behind him, a dull, heavy thunk, and as he turns around to investigate, the projector shuts off. In the middle of the chaos that ensues, someone yells a spell Sirius doesn't quite catch, and then everything goes pitch black.
Sirius's heart surges up into his throat as he bolts upright, the bowl of M&M's dropping and scattering across the floor, and it's very silent for a beat. Then, the room erupts, until suddenly all he hears is panicked shouting.
“Sirius?” Remus's voice cuts through the noise, sounding firm but with a hint of concern.
Sirius feels his heart rate spike and his breath catch in his throat as the darkness folds him into its depths, black as the night, like a dark hole swallowing everything. He tries to look around, locating the source of the darkness, but he can't see an inch in front of him, it's all just black. He can't even see Remus anymore and he was right next to him.
Images from the film float through his mind in lieu of vision, glimpses of the possessed girl, of the sores on her body and the haunted look in her eyes, and he feels a chill run down his spine at the thought. Rationally speaking he knows it’s all fake, just a film, nothing that can hurt him—but the wizarding world is home to all kinds of dark creatures, and Hogwarts is no exception, and they’ve seen real banshees in class, and shit, what if there is something equally horrifying hidden in the Gryffindor tower? Watching, waiting for a chance to strike? Waiting for a chance to put its claws in him, to rip screams from his throat, to tear him apart piece by piece by piece?
He snaps out of the terrifying thoughts when he feels a hand reach for his. Remus’s hand is searching when it finally connects with his, and he immediately entangles their fingers, wrapping his other hand around Sirius’s wrist.
“Sirius,” He says again.
Around them, the other students are in varying states of panic. Sirius can hear people talking frantically, stumbling around in the pitch dark, hitting furniture and running into other people, followed by frustrated cries and grunts. He thinks he can hear James calling out for Lily, who he was sitting close to.
“I’m right here, Padfoot, are you okay?” Remus asks, his hand still holding Sirius’s, squeezing, his voice strangely calm.
He's always been the best of them in a crisis, and Sirius is usually grateful for it, but he can’t seem to find reassurance in it now. His mind is reeling, his body tense, and he can feel a panic attack coming on, rising in the pit of his stomach like a dragon, its icy breath coursing through his veins until his whole body is consumed by nothing but panic, panic, panic. He needs to get out of here, needs to escape the images in his head and the cold fingers of fear running up his neck, clutching at him, but there’s nowhere to go, not in the pitch dark, and so Sirius screws his eyes shut tightly, digs his fingernails into his palm.
“Moony—” He manages, his breath coming in short gasps, chest heaving, his control unravelling.
Someone sitting near him is crying, the sound of stifled sobs joining the whirlwind of terror in Sirius’s head. He vaguely registers that Remus is getting up and tugging him along, strong, steady hands hauling him up by his elbows before settling securely on his waist for a moment.
“Follow me,” He says, grabbing Sirius’s hand again and tugging gently, but he falters when Sirius doesn’t move.
Sirius stands stock-still, terrified of the idea of crossing the seemingly endless pit of darkness, his legs like lead. There’s no way he’s moving anywhere—he wants to sit back down and curl up, clinging to the floor, a little island of carpet where he knows the ground won’t open up and swallow him. But Remus is still holding him, the hand that isn’t entangled with Sirius’s on his waist, fingers digging gently into Sirius’s skin, anchoring him.
“Sirius,” he says, voice serious but soft. “Do you trust me?”
Sirius nods immediately, but it's barely a shake of his head as he tries to quell the new wave of panic rising in his chest. He trusts Remus with his life, and he knows the other boy cares deeply for him and wants to keep him safe. And truthfully, Sirius would equally die for him in return, would fight until his last breath to protect this wonderful boy with his kind eyes and his easy charm, his witty cleverness and his fierce friendship, and Sirius is even more fond of the softer, newer feelings that have sparked between them since the summer—soft touches and whispered words, and the promise of more of those cherished new beginnings.
They’d finally kissed for the first time three weeks ago, crammed in a broom closet together, hiding from Filch after a prank gone awry. They had been tiptoeing around each other for weeks, both increasingly aware of the glances and the touches, hitching breaths and blushing cheeks, knowing what it meant but hesitant to act on it. Crossing the line between friendship and more is always treacherous ground, but especially when your newfound infatuation is with your best friend, confidant, your platonic partner in crime and joy and sorrow and everything in between.
Not that newfound was the right word for it—Sirius had loved Remus, in some shape or form, since the day they first met. He just hadn't known until the beginning of year five that it was romantic love he was feeling, and he's tumbled even further over the edge since, his feelings blowing up into a massive crush. The reciprocation and culmination of these feelings truly felt like a whole new world opened up for Sirius, however cliche it sounded.
When Remus had finally, finally pressed his lips to Sirius’s own, soft at first but then firmer, both still panting slightly after running from the threat of discovery, it felt like pure bliss blossomed through Sirius’s veins. He had leaned back against the wall, tugging Remus close and kissing him back just as fervently, fingers trailing up to find a home in his curls, and thought again: finally. Remus had huffed a nervous laugh against his lips when they eventually pulled away, nuzzling his nose against Sirius’s, and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
Sirius had smiled and pulled him closer, a flutter in his stomach, trying to still his trembling hands, and moved one up slowly to cup Remus’s jaw.
“So let’s never stop again, please?” he whispered back, before leaning in to kiss the giddy grin off Remus’s face.
They’d spent the last two weeks carefully sneaking away from their friends when they got the chance, hiding in empty classrooms or their dorm room, sharing sky kisses, all nervous wandering hands and shuddering breaths and soft laughter. Sirius felt like he was eleven again, sneaking around, discovering the extent of their feelings, rediscovering the boy he thought he knew, and relishing in the thrill of it all—shivering when Remus’s tongue brushed the roof of his mouth, when his fingers curled into Sirius's hair, when he brushed his thumb across Sirius’s jaw in a gentle gesture.
“You’re beautiful,” Remus would whisper against his lips, bracketing Sirius’s smaller body against a desk in an abandoned classroom, fingers trailing up his sides, and Sirius would melt like putty in his hands.
Sirius is drawn back into his body now by that same voice whispering to him, those same thumbs rubbing circles into his hips, and Sirius’s anxiety dissipates a notch.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his breathing still heavy, “I trust you.”
Remus removes his left hand from Sirius’s hip and intertwines their fingers again, tugging gently, and this time Sirius follows, despite the terror nipping at his heels. He clutches at Remus’s wrist with his free hand as he’s steered through the crowd of people, Remus’s right hand guiding him with a firm hand on his back, and somehow his feet keep finding ground, and they don’t run into anything, and suddenly, step by slow step, it’s not all that scary anymore.
“There’s a corner here, Sirius, careful,” Remus says softly, before Sirius feels himself being gently pressed into the nook between two solid, stone walls, cold to the touch, and he staggers against them.
He shivers involuntarily at the chill—he’s only wearing his night shirt, but the cold also helps, a little, and all these small things are helping, but somehow his panic attack refuses to succumb. He can feel the solid walls behind him, and his feet are on the ground, and Remus’s hands are back on his waist, pressing his fingers into Sirius’s skin, and yet it’s no use—he still feels like he’s going to fall, endlessly down, like something will crawl up from above and clutch him in its claws and drag him off somewhere.
Another image of the girl from the film appears before him, and he shudders again, his breathing still uneven, coming out in short gasps desperate for oxygen, and Sirius clutches at his chest helplessly.
“Sirius, what can I do, tell me what to do, please?” he vaguely hears Remus plead, concern laced through his voice.
Strangely, Sirius can smell the coffee on his breath, thinks he could probably taste it too if he tried, but Remus seems endlessly far away right now. He doesn’t have an answer for him—his panic attacks have always been few and far between, but when he does get them, it’s nearly impossible to stop them, Regulus tried. He appreciates the effort, and the solid feel of the wall and Remus’s bracketing arms definitely help, but there’s nothing else he can do.
Sirius shudders through another breath, and screws his eyes shut as he feels the ice in his veins reaching its sharp tendrils out towards his heart where it’s pumping for dear life in his chest. It's getting to the point where Sirius can hardly pinpoint any real thoughts anymore, everything blurring together in his mind, gradually moulding and fading into one big ball of indistinguishable terror.
He can feel his shirt clinging to his back despite the cold stone its pressed against, can feel the sweat dripping down his shoulders, but physical feelings are getting more and more distant, Remus's soft murmurs lost to him—all he can see or hear or feel now is the rush of his blood in his ears, and the rapid thump of his heart, and the catching of his breath in his throat, and then, suddenly, he feels something else.
It takes him a few seconds to identify what's happening—his head feels like its stuffed with cotton wool, and his body is still mostly numb, but he feels it now, sinking in, and he slowly pieces it together. Remus is kissing him. It's just a soft press of lips, and the caress of his nose alongside Sirius's own, and the butterfly touch of his fingertips on Sirius's jaw, but oh.
Without noticing, Sirius sags a little, some of the tension seeping from his shoulders, his breathing slowing little by little by little, as he starts to think that this is nice. Remus has pulled back slightly and Sirius mourns the loss, but it's just for him to gently run his thumb across Sirius's upper lip and his cupid's bow, before settling it back on his cheek as he leans in for another kiss, and this time Sirius responds in turn, albeit slowly, nudging his nose against Remus's and slotting their lips together.
A moment passes, and then another, and slowly Sirius's features relax, the strain seeping from his face, from his limbs, and the horrible feeling of panic starts to subside like the ebbing of the tide. He breaks away from Remus slowly, still panting a little, but it's a better kind of breathlessness now—and somehow he's reclaimed the rhythm of his breathing and the control of his limbs, and the weight has dissolved from the pit of his stomach, and the clenching fist around his heart has surrendered, and he gasps out a breath of relief.
Remus's hand is on the nape of his neck, petting softly at the baby hairs there, thumb stroking behind Sirius's ear, and he feels a sudden immense rush of gratitude and love for him, for his Moony—this sweet, kind, gentle boy that has just spent minutes fussing over Sirius, putting him first, making sure he was safe and calm and protected, before even thinking about anything else. Sirius loves him so, considers himself the luckiest person on the planet that he gets to have him.
"How did you just do that?" Sirius asks, and his voice cracks, so he clears his throat.
He can almost feel Remus's blush against his cheek as he chuckles softly, pressing his body a little closer to Sirius's now he knows he's on his way to being okay, and Sirius wishes he could see Remus's face right now.
"It's embarrassing," he says, voice hushed to keep their conversation private, "But it worked, so I'm keeping that in my arsenal."
"Come on Moony, tell me," Sirius teases, bumping his shoulder against Remus's before wrapping his arms around his waist, utterly relieved that he finally has the capacity to talk and put his hands on Remus.
Remus pulls his head back a little and exhales a rueful chuckle, and Sirius hates that he can't feel his expressions against his cheek anymore.
"You're not going to let up, are you?" Remus hums, fingers digging into Sirius's side teasingly.
"Nope," Sirius says, popping the p, and grins. "So you might as well say."
He feels miles better, comfortable and safe, despite the darkness still surrounding them, the voices and noise of the other students in their peripheral. Sirius suddenly realises that what felt like an endless stretch of time for him, must have only been mere minutes for everyone else—the common room is still shrouded in darkness and people are still rummaging around, searching for their wands or a light source, bumping into each other and bickering.
He leans in carefully to locate Remus's face and ends up bumping his jaw with his nose. He moves one of his hands up Remus's side to tangle in his curls, and noses up his jaw to his cheek.
"Moooooony," He singsongs, kissing Remus's jaw and employing his best puppy face, despite knowing the other boy won't be able to see it.
"You cheat," Remus huffs, but he's smiling against Sirius's cheek. "Fine. I saw it in an episode of Teen Wolf, okay?”
Sirius guffaws, and then tries desperately to muffle the sound as it escapes his lips. Remus is still smiling, he can tell, so he decides to continue his teasing.
"Teen Wolf?" He murmurs incredulously. "Really?"
"It's a good show!" Remus whines, defensively, and pinches Sirius's hip. "I knew you'd laugh."
"I just can't believe you of all people would watch a Muggle show about werewolves," Sirius says, lowering his voice.
He knows of the show, simply because he had come across it while researching lycanthropy in the library, where it was mentioned under the media section. He knows it's mostly inaccurate as it was created for entertainment purposes, but he had never thought Remus would have actually watched it.
He can feel the other boy shrug, now, and Sirius runs his hand up Remus's back under his shirt just to feel him shiver. His panic attack is all but forgotten, he thinks gratefully, has been pushed back and wholly replaced by thoughts of Remus and him alone.
Sirius prays fervently that no one turns on the lights while they're stood here together—it's a heady rush, holding Remus like this and being held by him out in the open, faces pressed close, but some part of him still wants this to be their little secret for a while longer.
"It's funny to me. If you discount the horrible special effects and mythological inaccuracies, it's actually a pretty good show," Remus says sternly.
The seriousness of his tone makes Sirius laugh, and they both stand there together, smiles pressed to cheeks, holding each other close, and Remus is just so bloody perfect for making him feel like this, so Sirius makes a decision. Sod everyone else. He's got his stupid, perfect boyfriend in his arms, and even though his beautiful features are shrouded in darkness, Sirius has never wanted him more—physically, emotionally.
He slides his hand further up Remus's back and runs his fingertips down his spine slowly, counting the knobby ridges covered by bare skin, one by one, and he relishes in the shiver this elicits from Remus. He moves his lips up to the shell of Remus's ear, kisses it softly, and tightens his other hand in Remus's curls slightly.
"Well, if I ever want a show with a wolf, I'd rather watch you," He whispers, biting at Remus's earlobe softly with his teeth, tongue darting out, running his hand back up to splay on Remus's back.
He grins when he hears Remus inhale sharply, the muscles in his back tensing, and is quietly smug when Remus responds instantly, moving his hand back up to Sirius's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
It feels more urgent this time, the slide of their lips more firm, Sirius's fingers curling into Remus's hair, hands wandering up each other's backs. Sirius tugs Remus closer by his belt loop, digs his fingers into his hip, and slips his tongue into Remus's mouth insistently. He hears and tastes the sharp intake of breath the other boy takes, before he opens up properly and lets Sirius in, fingers pressing into Sirius's neck passionately, and its pure bliss.
The thrill of it, the mere possibility that they could be caught like this gives everything a more urgent, desperate edge, but Sirius takes his time. He lets his tongue explore Remus's mouth, snogging him thoroughly, Remus's grip on him growing firmer, until the other boy is keening in the back of his throat and pulling away, breathless.
"Fuck, Sirius—not here, you menace," He stutters, sounding strained and trying to keep his voice down to avoid detection.
Sirius grins again and runs both his hands up Remus's front, splaying his fingers across his chest, and nips at Remus's jaw, earning himself another gasp.
"Didn't hear you complain a couple of seconds ago," he mumbles, wondering if he should suck a nice mark into the juncture of Remus's chin and neck, "The opposite, in fact."
Remus groans softly and drops his forehead against Sirius's, kissing him again shortly, before pulling away sharply and retracting his hand from Sirius's waist. Sirius can feel him trembling slightly, and knows Remus is experiencing the same burning desire that he is. Kissing Remus is heaven, and having his body pressed up so close, hands roaming Sirius's skin, is even better, to the point that the blood has started rushing to Sirius's groin and his cheeks are heating up, the thrumming of his pulse culminating in an uncontrollable itch to touch.
"Hold that thought," Remus mutters, gently untangling Sirius's fingers from his hair before pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand and using it to pull Sirius away from the wall.
Sirius clutches at him again, still uncomfortable moving in the pitch black, and Remus lets him, stilling Sirius with a hand on his chest when they reach their destination.
Remus drops his hand, regretfully, and moves away from Sirius to fiddle with something. Sirius feels another spark of panic, but somehow it's not as bad this time. He knows Remus is nearby, and that he'll be there again in a second to catch Sirius if he falls. He hears a metallic clunking sound, and suddenly, a bright light fills the room as the projector stutters back on, the film's menu screen sprawling on the wall across from them.
People around him gasp in relief, scrambling to their feet, blinking hard against the sudden brightness, and the room surges back to life.
"Get OFF me, Potter!" He hears Lily hiss, and spins his head around to witness James quickly retracting his hand from Lily's elbow where he was trying to help her up.
"I was just trying to help!" He says, defensively. "You sounded scared earlier."
Lily glares at him, cheeks bright red, and whacks him with the pillow she must have been sitting on earlier as James squawks and attempts to duck.
"What was that spell?" He hears someone wonder aloud.
Peter is sitting dazedly in the armchair he was in before, and Sirius notices curiously that most of the others haven't moved at all during the incident. They must have judged it safer to remain in place, waiting for someone else to turn on the lights, which had blessedly given Sirius and Remus the time and space they needed.
Sirius looks around with amusement, watching everyone find their bearings now that he's had time to find his, and suddenly spots the cauldron with their wands on a table near the portrait hole. He walks over and unearths his own wand, and then Remus's, turning back to where the projector is stood, and freezes in place.
Remus is still standing next to the projector, his lips and cheeks flushed red and his hair mussed, and he's looking at Sirius with a burning intensity that's almost startling. Sirius's breath catches in his throat and he immediately walks forward, almost unconsciously, legs moving on their own accord, wanting to reach out and grab him. Instead, he does the responsible thing and stops a few feet in front of Remus, and hands him his wand back, their eyes never breaking contact.
"Sirius! Remus!" James yells from across the room. "You all right? How did you get over there?"
Sirius absent-mindedly wonders the same, but all he can see is the expression on Remus's face, the smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth, and James can go fuck himself for all he cares.
"We're fine, James, but not feeling film night anymore after this. We'll catch you later, yeah?" Remus replies, his voice remarkably calm, still looking at Sirius all the while.
"Alright. Must have been those damned Slytherins—I swear I saw some of them sneak in, I think. Lily, can you get this projector working again?" James says, incident already forgotten, although Sirius is sure the Marauders will all be poring over revenge plans by midnight at the latest.
For now, though, his mind is elsewhere, as Remus turns on his heel and starts walking towards the stairs to their dorm, and Sirius follows without another thought.
"Hey," he says, catching Remus by his sleeve when they're near the fifth floor of the staircase. "How did we get over there?"
Remus turns back to face him and his lips turn up into a mischievous grin, matching the twinkle in his eyes.
"Improved night vision of course," He says, like it's the most natural thing in the word, like Sirius could've guessed that.
Sirius opens his mouth in shock and instantly feels a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he should have known, but—does that mean that Remus has seen everything that happened in those fateful five minutes, has seen Sirius's panic and fear, and then later all the... other emotions he must have displayed plainly on his face? You cheat, he hears Remus's words echoing through his head from when Sirius had tried his puppy face, and he groans.
"You could see me the whole time?" He exclaims, scrunching up his nose, embarrassed by the state he must have been in.
As if the panic attack wasn't bad enough, Remus must've also seen how ridiculously enamoured and worked up he probably looked, must've seen how badly Sirius wanted him. They're together, yes, but that doesn't mean Sirius doesn't still get embarrassed about how ridiculously enamoured he is with Remus.
Remus's face softens, and he lowers himself a few steps to be closer to Sirius, placing a hand on his cheek and washing his worries away with a chaste kiss.
"Hey. It's fine. Don't worry about it," He murmurs, affectionately, and moves his thumb to brush over Sirius's bottom lip. "You're very cute."
Sirius narrows his eyes at him, but leans into the hand cupping his cheek at the same time, closing his eyes for a second.
"Now, if you please," Remus continues, his voice low, "I have every intention of putting that smug look back on your face by letting you snog me some more."
And oh. Sirius agrees whole-heartedly with that. He swallows thickly and then sucks Remus's thumb into his mouth, looking up through his lashes innocently, and he thoroughly enjoys the way Remus's eyes darken and his breath catches—and then Sirius is allowing himself to be pulled upstairs and into their dorm, the door locking securely behind them.