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Remus Lupin’s flat was the cosiest little place that Sirius Black had ever seen. Fuck his own flat. Reggie and James could have it, for all he cared. He wanted to exist in this place for all eternity. 

“It’s a bit messy,” Remus had said apologetically, out on the landing. “Wasn’t exactly expecting company.” 

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Sirius pouted. “Didn’t expect to be taking home some beautiful man?”

“Just don’t judge me.”

“Never.”

But once they were inside, Sirius had to laugh. Remus hurried across the space once Sirius had stepped inside, flicking on lamps and light switches, ignoring the big lights completely. The only things that could possibly be considered messy in the entire flat were an empty plate left out on the kitchen table and a stray pair of Converse by the bedroom door. 

“Don’t laugh!” Remus said. 

“You goof,” Sirius laughed. “This is supposed to be messy?”

“Obviously!”

Sirius only smiled. “It’s perfect.”

Remus smiled back, widely. “Make yourself at home.”

He had hung up his jacket and kicked off his boots at the door and Sirius copied him. He and Regulus did the same thing at home, but that was more of a reflex. The rest of their flat didn’t follow the same aesthetic rules that Remus’ did; it was more of a clash between Regulus’ perfection and Sirius’ chaos, usually meeting with a mess in the middle. They probably should tidy up more often.

Sirius hadn’t been expecting to take a beautiful man home either. 

Remus busied himself in the kitchen. “Tea?”

“Please.”

“How do you take it?”

Sirius waggled his fingers dramatically. “Black, like my name.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

“No. I’m a little drunk and making bad jokes. Milky, with a little bit of sugar, please.” 

“Coming right up.” Remus set the kettle to boil. 

In the meantime, Sirius drifted around the rest of the flat, politely looking around and trying not to focus so much on how fast his heart was beating. 

It just felt like home. Not a large flat by any means, but not too stifling either. The main space was comprised of a kitchen tucked neatly into the corner and the living room. The walls were the generic white of a rental, but Remus had plastered every available surface with posters and pictures, creating a multicolored collage of pictures and words. Houseplants that looked like they were barely hanging on popped up in odd corners, potted in chipped ceramics. The coffee table and sofa both looked like they’d been scrounged up at a garage sale, and the books. Everywhere, books. Crammed into bookshelves that didn’t have nearly enough room for them, stacked onto every available surface. 

“You’re a bookworm, I see,” he said, tracing a fingertip along the spine of an old-ass copy of Frankenstein. 

Remus mock-gasped. “How did you know?”

Sirius grinned sweetly. “Just a hunch.”

He brought over two steaming cups of tea, in giant, mismatched mugs. One was shaped like a melted Kermit the Frog and the other had Snoopy in a puffer jacket painted on the side of it. 

“Pick your poison,” he said, setting them down on the coffee table.

“Ooooh.” Sirius sank down onto the sofa. “Decisions, decisions.”

“It’s gonna get cold!”

“Okay! Ermmm—Snoopy!”

He seized the Snoopy mug and took a sip, immediately burning his tongue off. 

“That’s a good cuppa,” he said, after his taste buds had sizzled off a little.

“Looks like it fucking killed you.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill it first.” Sirius slurped up some more tea so it wouldn’t kill him as much. 

Now they were just sipping their tea in silence, in the soft, slightly scruffy ambience of Remus’ living room. Sirius would have felt awkward if he wasn’t so bloody comfortable. Everything was warm and quiet; the buzzed feeling in his skin from the pints fading to a tolerable, spicy tingle. 

They were so still for two blokes who’d been snogging out on a doorstep nearly twenty minutes ago. Sirius could still feel the ghosts of Remus’ lips sinking deep into the skin of his neck, bruising blossoming purple in the soft light. Looking across the sofa at him, Sirius could see how swollen his lips still looked, all plush and pink and utterly irresistible. He wanted to—

No. Hard no, Sirius. He said he doesn’t shag blokes on the first date. You’re just gonna have to be fucking patient for the first time in your life and wait it out. 

Remus was twiddling his thumbs against his mug, looking like he was trying not to stare Sirius in the eye for too long. Fuck, it was adorable. 

He cleared his throat suddenly. “So. You said you sold your soul to guitar?”

“Yup.”

“How long have you been playing?”

“Since secondary. James was really the one who seduced me with rock and roll.” Sirius laughed. “It’s kind of funny, but now I’m more serious about it than he ever was.”

“The Marauders was your brainchild, then?” 

“Mmhmm. I thought it would annoy my mum the most.” He set his mug down. “She’s a highly annoying person.”

“How so?” Remus asked. 

“Well, she was always very controlling. Y’know—trying to groom me and Reggie into her perfect little dolls to carry on the family name, that sort of bullshit. My childhood was all private tutors, piano lessons, and family dinners. I didn’t really get to breathe until I ran away.” 

“You ran away?” Remus burst out.

“She found out I was seeing a boy and went ballistic. Tried to pull me from school, locked me in my room, screamed at me for hours. That’s when I’d finally had enough, so I upped and left for James’ place. Reggie followed a little while later.” 

“That’s awful.”

Sirius shrugged. “The life of a runaway is better than getting hit or grounded or yelled at like when we were kids. She still tries to ring us up every now and again, trying to get us to come crawling back. Reg will talk to her sometimes, but I…”

He looked sideways at Remus, who had a look of pity fermented with horror sitting on his face. Suddenly, he was intensely uncomfortable. He was half-drunk, and he’d just aired out all of his dirty childhood laundry to the angel who’d welcomed him into his home for a cup of tea. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just run my mouth like that sometimes.” He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Poor little rich boy, amiright?”

“No,” Remus said, scooching closer to him on the sofa. “I don’t think that at all.”

Their knees were grazing. 

“Really?” Sirius asked. 

“Really. It sounds like you had a terrible childhood.”

“A lot of people have it a lot worse.”

“That doesn’t make your trauma any less valid.”

Sirius snorted. “You sound like Regulus.” 

“You sound brave.”

“Brave? Never heard that before.”

“I’m serious! Parents are supposed to love their children, no matter what. They shouldn’t have done that to you; it’s not fair. But you came out on the other side. You survived. That makes you brave.”

Remus was looking at him with the softest look on his face. It was strange. Sirius didn’t make a habit of telling people about his family, but when he did, they tended to shower him with pity. But Remus was looking at him with… admiration. Like he was more than just a broken little boy who’d run away from home. 

His mum and dad had gotten into the habit of crushing him over the years. Nothing he did was ever enough. No matter how hard he tried, they always knew exactly how to make him feel worthless, how to bend him until he snapped, how to slice hurt deep into his skin and bones. Reggie always ducked his head, kept his mouth shut, suffered silently, just to avoid the heat, but Sirius didn’t do that. Couldn’t do that. He always lashed out and fought back, even when he ended up a collage of bruises, black eyes, split lips, and cigarette burns. They could shut him up for a little while, but never for very long. 

He hadn’t realized how much it had all ground him down until the summer he was sixteen, when his mum found a letter from his then-boyfriend in his room. It hadn’t been anything serious, just a spring fling, with some tall, pretty boy that Sirius couldn’t really remember anymore. But it was about the worst his mum had ever done. He couldn’t even remember half of it, blurred between tears from swollen eyes and headache haze. 

Something inside of him had just shattered. 

It wasn’t something he made a habit of talking about. It was hard to talk about; easier to hide everything beneath the surface. But with the way that Remus was looking at him, Sirius felt like his surface was melting away, letting him bloom and shine for the first time, seen wide in the sky without being blotted out by the uglier stars of his past. 

No one had ever made him feel like that before.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this,” he said sheepishly.

“I’m glad that you did,” Remus replied. “I think it shows that you feel safe here.” He paused slightly. “With me.”

“I do,” Sirius said earnestly. “I really do.”

Remus chuckled. “Can’t imagine why.”

“You’re a very trustworthy person!”

“You just met me!”

“Yeah, but… I don’t go around trusting just anybody. When I do, it means something.”

“What does it mean?”

Sirius leaned forward with a grin, so close he could let his breath curl against Remus’ face. 

“That I really, really like them. I really, really like you.”

“I really, really like you too, pretty star,” Remus replied. He looked almost hypnotized, drawn into Sirius’ glow. 

“Good. Tell me more about how I’m a pretty star, Moony,” Sirius said petulantly. 

“You’re perfect,” he indulged. He let his fingers trace over Sirius’ knee, so close within his proximity and so innocent, but there was absolutely nothing innocent about the look in his eyes. “Gorgeous, by the way."

“Oh, really? Gorgeous, you say?”

“Fucking beautiful. Shining like a star. You make me want to dance and sing. You make me feel at peace and like I’m on fire all at the same time. You feel like a memory that I’m supposed to have, like I was missing you, and now you’ve fallen back into place. Back into my orbit and now you’re brighter than the goddamn sun.”

“Holy shit,” Sirius breathed. “That was fucking poetic.”

“What did you expect?” Remus laughed. “I’m a songwriter! I’m supposed to be good at this stuff!” 

“You’re very, very good at this stuff.”

Sirius felt familiar fire light up in his core again, just as Remus let his hand rove up to his thigh. His eyes fluttered closed in contentment as his fingers lit up a trail of sparks on his skin, even beneath his trousers, and Sirius couldn’t help but whimper a little bit. 

“Sirius?” 

“Mmm?”

Remus sounded embarrassed, but desperate at the same time. “You remember all that rubbish I said about not shagging blokes on the first date?”

“I do…”

Sirius opened his eyes and Remus was blushing beet-red, making the scar across the bridge of his nose pop. 

“Er… well, I…”

Just like out on the Green Doe’s doorstep, Sirius lunged forward and captured Remus’ mouth in his, gripping onto his collar to drag him inward. Now it was Remus’ turn to whimper, humming against Sirius’ lips and melting against him. They chased the taste of tea in each other’s mouths, greedily, ravenously. 

After a beat, Remus pulled himself away with a gasp and Sirius whined in disappointment, scrambling at his collar, trying to pull him back. But Remus held firm, hand coming up to cup his chin.

“Sirius, are you sure?” he whispered, seeming unable to speak. “You just—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Sirius growled.

Remus happily obliged, wasting no time in drawing Sirius back into his orbit. His lips were hot against his, instantly dominating, and Sirius let him. He could feel his blood tingling warm and tense in his veins, and surrendered to the overwhelming sensation that was Remus Lupin.

He wound his fingers into the sandy curls, tangling in their softness, like silk between his fingertips. Remus’ hands were roving up and down his waist, fingers slipping under his shirt in the most tantalizing way, cold against his bare skin. Desperate for more, Sirius moved forward, climbing up to straddle Remus’ lap. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Remus laughed.

“Need you closer,” he replied. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so tall.”

It was a bit of an effort to get up onto Remus’ lap because he was so gangly, but he helped him, hands tightening on his hip bones in a way that made Sirius want to rip off all their clothes just to feel their skin melting into each other. He boxed his knees around Remus, grinding down onto hard muscle, deceptive underneath his fluffy jumper. 

“How are you so bloody built?” Sirius asked. 

“Couldn’t explain it if I tried,” Remus replied. His breath was hot on Sirius’ mouth. 

“Lucky bastard.”

“Feeling pretty fucking lucky right now.”

Sirius grinned. “Stop talking and you will be.”

He dragged his lips up from Remus’ mouth, laying kisses up over his nose, his eyelids, his temples, warm and fluttering. At the same time, Remus buried his lips in the crook of Sirius’ neck, sucking up the skin between his teeth where it was already sore from before, deepening the purple inlaid in the sensitive skin. 

Every new bit of skin that was revealed was like a thrill for the both of them: wrist, collarbone, cheek. Sirius revelled in them hard and fast, while Remus worshipped them, lips dragging hot and reverent. A moan escaped his lips as Remus latched onto the hollow of his throat, sending sparks dancing down his spine. 

Sirius tangled his fingers in the hem of Remus’ jumper, tugging it up and over his head, leaving him in just a soft t-shirt. Remus followed suit, struggling with the buttons on his shirt for a moment before falling still.

“What’d you do that for?” Sirius complained. He tried to wriggle back into control, but Remus gripped his hips tightly, holding him back.

“Do you want me to take you to bed or not?”

“Oh.” Sirius blinked stupidly. “Yes. Yes, please. God, yes.”

Remus grinned. “Hold on tight, pretty star.”

He hoisted him into the air in a way that took Sirius’ breath away, tucking his legs around his waist, carrying him like he weighed nothing at all. 

Remus’ room smelled like cinnamon sugar, like he had an Easy Bake Oven stashed under his bed and had been baking all day long. Like everything in the flat, it was small, but so undeniably cosy. Soft rugs, knitted blankets, and more books, of course. He flicked on a string of fairy lights strung across the ceiling, illuminating the space just enough in a dim, golden glow. 

He tipped Sirius back onto the bed and the world spun for a moment before they both got their bearings. Laying sprawled out on Remus’ bed, Sirius looked up at him through hooded eyes, trailing his hand lazily up his side, attempting his best fuck me face.

“You’re trying to seduce me,” Remus said. He was just standing at the edge of the bed, gazing down at the dazzling sight laid out for him.

“I am seducing you.”

“You are,” he agreed. 

He slunk down, the mattress dipping under their combined weight as he covered Sirius with his body. For a moment, Sirius felt incredibly small. He’d always been kind of short, and Remus was so bloody tall, but in the moment, he felt tiny. Vulnerable. But with Remus, he was utterly safe. Utterly protected and cherished. 

And he relished in that feeling. 

The big moon and the little star. 

He gazed up at Remus hanging over him, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, looking utterly debauched. Sirius wanted to drink him up, down to the last drop. He reached up to sweep Remus’ bangs out of his eyes, and then pulled him down again to kiss him. It was hot and sweet, and left both of them wanting more. 

There was a wet sound as their lips untangled. 

“You taste like mint,” Remus said.

“How the fuck are you tasting my toothpaste?” Sirius asked, thumbs caressing over the hollow of Remus’ throat. “I had a bunch of drinks and a cup of tea.”

“I’ve just spent the past five minutes exploring the inside of your mouth.”

“Felt like more than that. Explore me some more, will you, darling?”

Remus flushed even redder at the pet name. “Happy to oblige, pretty star.”

He sat up a little and peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it over his shoulder. Sirius had to stifle a little gasp, not of shock, just surprise. His chest and stomach were criss-crossed with jagged scar lines, startling against his freckled skin. 

“Was in a car crash when I was a kid,” Remus said sheepishly, by way of explanation. “Pretty nasty. It’s kind of grizzly, I know—”

“Remus.” Sirius sat up with him, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

He almost looked like he didn’t believe him, so Sirius sat up a little further, trailing across Remus’ chest with soft fingers. His touch was so feather-light that Remus shivered like a man in a snowstorm, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. Sirius mapped out the constellation of Remus’ scars with his fingertips, up and down across his peachy skin. 

“You are beautiful,” Sirius repeated. “It’s like art.”

“Didn’t feel like art at the time.”

“It’s art.” Sirius leaned forward and let his lips dance hot across Remus’ chest; he moaned at the touch. “Pain breeds beauty, Moony. And you’re the most beautiful of all. Haven’t you ever seen the moon?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius’ eyes flickered up to hold on Remus. “It’s covered with scars. Craters. Still the prettiest fucking thing in the sky. My moon. My Moony.”

Feeling a little bold, he licked a stripe up Remus’ chest to his neck. It was enough to make Remus growl—actually growl, and pin Sirius back down onto the mattress. Long, deft, bassist’s fingers undid the rest of Sirius button-down, and his shirt fell away. 

“Holy…”

Sirius was smiling so much he felt like his face was going to crack open. Remus stared down at the canvas of ink and illustration that was Sirius’ torso and arms with eyes painted in lust. His lips fell slightly ajar, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick them for a fraction of a second, salivating like he wanted to devour every inch of Sirius’ skin. 

“You just gonna look?” he teased. 

“Not a chance.” Remus traced his fingers across the tattoos, and Sirius got a taste of his own medicine; his spine set on fire by the feathery fingertips. “This is insane.”

“Do you like them?”

“Love them. ”

“Good. They hurt like a bitch.”

“Pain breeds beauty, Pads.”

Before Sirius had a chance to laugh, Remus leaned down and pressed kisses on the two stars right over his heart, in the very center of his chest. He lapped hot and intense across the ink, obsessing over it, and Sirius was sure he would never be able to forget the feeling. It pushed all the breath right out of his lungs, like he was imprinting straight into blood.

Remus continued his ministrations up and down his chest and neck, and Sirius was helpless beneath him, reduced to a needy, squirming, melting mess. He could only tangle his fingers in Remus’ hair and let little gasps escape his lips. With the both of them bare-chested and skin-to-skin, he could feel every heartbeat, every rustle, every bit of warmth and softness, and he needed him closer. Pleasure was coiling up in his core, deep and hot, and he wanted more. 

He could feel his arousal stiffening, begging to be addressed. Remus’ cock was growing hard where it was pressed against Sirius’ leg, and he thrust his hips up into it, searching for that burning feeling. 

“Moony… please…”

“Do you want a condom?”

“I’m clean, so no need unless you want to.”

“I’m good too. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel you.”

Remus hummed happily against his skin and gently thrust his knee between Sirius’ thighs; he parted them eagerly, chasing, chasing, chasing. Fingers slid down from his chest, over his stomach, and to his belt buckle, and Sirius’ heart fluttered right out of his chest. 

“I’ve got you, pretty star,” Remus said, low and deep. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” Sirius sighed, feeling so warm and perfect underneath Remus’ body. “I think—”

Whatever he was planning to say was lost in an instant, drowned out by the heinous sound that escaped his lips. Remus had wrapped his large hand around his cock, bringing all of his inflamed nerves to a boiling point. 

“Oh—fuck,” he managed to gasp out. “God, Moony—oh.”

He moaned as Remus began to stroke him, up and down his length with perfectly calloused fingers. Sirius’ brain went fuzzy at the friction and he threw his head back onto the pillow.

“You’re divine,” Remus murmured, keeping a steady rhythm. “So, so, so gorgeous. Where’ve you been all my life, pretty star?”

He spoke into the hollow of Sirius’ throat, his words warm and humming against his skin, staying stubbornly close. Not that Sirius was complaining. He felt like he was glowing all over, as bright as his namesake in the sky; all because of Remus. 

There was still far too much fabric between them, and Sirius, half-blinded by pleasure, hooked his fingers into Remus’ belt loops, trying to tug his trousers off. He couldn’t quite complete the motion from where he was laying, and he huffed in frustration.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“Why the fuck are our trousers still on?” 

Remus laughed. “Okay. Hold on.”

He quickly rid Sirius of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare. Before he had time to feel self-conscious, Remus had shucked off his own trousers too, and…

Sirius’ mouth watered. 

“Fucking hell, Moony.”

He’d never wanted to suck someone off so badly in his life. He could practically taste Remus, feel the stifling weight of him in the back of his throat, choking him while tears slipped from his eyes, and he hadn’t even touched him yet. Sitting up a bit, he tried to reach for him, but Remus pushed him back down, pinning him flat to the bed by his shoulders and hips.

“I’m not finished with you,” he said.

“But what about you?” Sirius pouted. 

“Trust me, I’m gonna be just fine.”

“What are you gonna do?”

There was a hungry glint in Remus’ eyes, predatory and dominating, and it made Sirius’ insides melt into jelly. He leaned down to him, never breaking eye contact and ghosting his breath across Sirius’ face.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, pretty star. Gonna claim you. Mark you up, fill you up, and make you mine so everyone knows it.”

“Holy shit,” Sirius breathed. 

Remus tweaked a lock of Sirius’ hair. “How does that sound to you?”

His voice was gentler, asking permission. 

“So, so, so, so good. Please, Remus. I need it.”

“Good boy.”

It was all over. He was ruined for anyone else. No matter what happened, he’d always have the image of Remus gazing down at him, praising him, with lust brimming out of every facet of his gorgeous fucking face burned into his brain for all eternity. No one else would be able to hold a candle to the way Remus was making him feel. He was looking at him like he was the brightest star in the sky and illuminating his entire universe. 

And Sirius loved it. He arched off the bed involuntarily at the praise, letting it wash over him. 

Remus reached for something briefly and there was a click of a bottle cap. His fingers returned, warm and slippery, to tease at Sirius’ rim. He moaned at the touch and scrambled to cling to Remus’ toned shoulders. A finger sank slowly into him and the stretch was delicious, filling him out and making him crave more.

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good, Remus. Feels so good.”

Remus added a second finger and scissored him open slowly, so, so slowly. Sirius bucked his hips up with yet another moan, chasing that incredible sensation. 

“You sound so pretty, baby.”

“Please, Moony,” Sirius begged. “I need you. Need you now.”

Remus smiled down at him. “Gotta prep you first. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Sirius shook his head with a pout. “But I like it rough.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he realized how slutty he sounded, but he didn’t care. He needed more, pronto. But Remus just kept fingering him slowly, taking his sweet fucking time. 

“What did I say at the bar?”

“I dunno!” Sirius was getting frustrated. “You said a lot of things.”

Remus leaned down close to him, his lips right against the shell of his ear, so close that his breath tickled his eardrum. Sirius’ flushed skin was immediately frosted over with gooseflesh. 

“I said that I’d be a gentleman, pretty star. So that’s what I’m gonna be.”

He pushed even further into him, so deep and intense that Sirius saw stars. He maintained that slow, infuriating rhythm, working him open, worshipping his body. It was maddening, and it felt so good. Sirius drowned in the feeling, until he was a literal puddle, dripping with sweat and lube. His brain went fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to Remus’ perfect, adoring ministrations and the sweet nothings he was whispering in his ear.
“You’re doing so well, baby. So good for me. So, so pretty.”

“Please,” Sirius whispered, like a prayer. “Fuck me, please.”

Remus laid a tender kiss on his temple, and his fingers finally vanished. Sirius whimpered at the loss before Remus mercifully pressed the blunt head of his cock to his entrance. He opened his legs wider and canted his hips forward, trying to join their bodies, but Remus suddenly grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. Sirius groaned blissfully at the manhandling as he was pressed into the mattress by Remus’ weight. Light fingertips trailed across the tattoos on his back, and a gentle, but firm hand hitched up his knee to spread his legs. 

“Do you trust me?” Remus asked into his ear.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

“Good. Just relax for me, okay?” 

“Anything for you, Moony.”

 A long, lingering kiss was melted into the back of his neck before Remus began to sheath himself inside Sirius. 

His eyes rolled back into his head, fingers twisting into the sheets with a grip that could strangle. A string of profanities flew out of his lips; there was no other way to say it: Remus was big. He felt like he was going to be split in two, but that was impossible because it felt so, so impossibly good, hot and deep and intense, just like how he liked it. 

“Don’t stop,” he ordered. “God, that’s amazing. Feels so—”

Their twin moans harmonized as Remus bottomed out inside of him, on the verge of pushing Sirius over the brink. They hadn’t even started moving yet and he was already in heaven. 

Impressively, Remus stayed still for a moment, giving Sirius time to adjust. His chest was heaving with effort against his back, one hand braced on the bed beside Sirius’ head and the other holding steady on his hip. His lips traced patterns over the side of his neck as they panted together. They might as well have been one body, one flesh. 

“Fuck, pretty star,” Remus managed to choke out, sounding so dirty for such an innocent-looking person. “You take me so good. So fucking tight; you’re amazing. Swallowing me right up.”

Sirius didn’t have any words left in his brain. All he could do was babble nonsensically, eventually reaching back to grasp at Remus’ neck, trying to pull him closer. He got the hint and began to move, slowly and surely rocking his hips into Sirius. It was all he could do not to completely shatter into a million shards of stardust. 

The pleasure was almost indescribable. All of his senses were filled to the brim with Remus, Remus, Remus. He was like a drug, drowning in his scent, consumed by the feeling of him around him and inside of him. More than that, he felt safe. So safe. 

Remus quickly found his rhythm, still incredibly slow, but so intense. Sirius clung to him desperately, his arm twisted painfully backwards to grip his shoulder, face smushed into the pillow. 

He tried to reach further, but Remus’ hand claimed his hand, and then the other one, pinning them both down over his head, eclipsing his fingers in a sturdy grip. Sirius moaned as his whole body was stretched taut; his limbs and his inner walls. He felt like he was floating in limbo between heaven and the earth, being lifted higher and higher by the pleasure aflame throughout every inch of his body. 

“Oh, fuck, Moony,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”

“Tell me,” Remus replied, not stopping his thrusts for a moment. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He dug his teeth gently into Sirius’ shoulder, not enough to call it a bite, but eliciting a sharp gasp from him nonetheless. 

“Fuck—you make me feel so good. It’s like I’m—uh—dreaming. You—”

He was cut off abruptly by a loud moan; he realized a split second later that it was his own. Remus had picked up his pace, switching from slow, careful rolls of his hips to fast, intense, snapping thrusts that punched all of the air out of Sirius’ body. He was in so deep and perfect that every forward motion of his hips touched that tingling, golden spot right inside of him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

“Fucking hell, you animal,” Sirius managed to gasp out. “Oh—please, Moony.”

“Please what, pretty star?” Remus asked. He was sucking just beneath Sirius’ earlobe. 

“Need you right there. Don’t stop—God, don’t stop. Please, I need you.”

Remus nipped at Sirius’ ear gently. “Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you, I swear it.”

His voice was getting strained, and he panted breathlessly around his words. Sirius could tell he was getting close too. The warmth permeating their skin had reached a boiling point, and Sirius could feel himself shaking with the building anticipation. It was so fucking heavenly: the two of them, so close together, moving and breathing as one. Sirius wanted to live in the moment forever, to drown in the pleasure. 

“So close,” he moaned. “Please.”

Remus was bent flush over Sirius’ back, obsessing over the hickies on his neck again, his lips hot and wet on the deep purple bruises. Every time he breathed, he could feel the vibrations between their bodies and it was driving him insane. 

Remus’ arm snaked around Sirius’ hip to reach his weeping cock, stroking in time with his thrusts in an infuriating rhythm. Sirius writhed under the unassuming strength of Remus’ body, hips bucking back to meet his thrusts but feeling like his limbs were made of wet cement. Everything felt tense and tight, stretched to a point and Sirius couldn’t wait for it to break. He whined, a high, keening noise that was apparently irresistible to Remus. 

“Come for me, baby,” he breathed, lips practically melting into Sirius’ skin.  

He wanted to. Oh God, he wanted to. He was so close, and yet still so far away; all he could do was moan and writhe pathetically, his end so, so close in sight.
He was on fire. 

“Come for me, pretty star,” Remus repeated, his voice deep and husky and dripping with whiskey and syrup. 

Sirius felt teeth sink into his hickey, and that did it. He spilled into Remus’ hand, feeling him empty inside him, and his eyes rolled back into his head. The moon and stars exploded inside his head, and it was just him and Remus, rising up all the way, one flesh, one heart. It was pure bliss, so warm and perfect, and he felt so wonderful. So beautiful. With a single night, Remus had made him feel more beautiful than anyone ever had in his whole lifetime, touching every special part of him and letting them shine. 

Sirius never wanted to let him go. 

…….

Remus barely heard the godless moan that escaped his lips as he came. He spilled hot inside Sirius’ perfect, perfect body, as the other man clenched and shook around him, milking every last drop like their bodies belonged to each other. It was a transcendent feeling, but Remus could hardly bring himself to care.

He was too transfixed by the sight beneath him. Sirius had his head twisted sideways on the pillow, glossy black hair spilling out from his head like ink, his fingers clenched into the sheets beneath Remus’ own. His eyes were clenched shut in indescribable pleasure, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, and his mouth falling open in a perfect O shape as a decadent moan passed his pink, swollen lips. 

Remus hadn’t been expecting to fall so hard for Sirius Black. He’d caught sight of him after singing back at the pub, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of moment, the prettiest man he’d ever seen flashing across his eyes before vanishing into the crowd. When Lily had introduced them, it was like his heart was jumpstarted anew. He hadn’t had much luck with relationships before, but this—it just felt right. Sirius felt right. He was hope, he was joy, he was ecstasy, sailing right into his orbit and staying there. 

Remus never wanted him to leave. 

He stayed sheathed inside of Sirius’ velvet warmth for the time being, as both of them caught their breaths, lungs rising and falling in tandem. He caressed that back of Sirius’ neck with soft kisses, soothing the violent bruises and teeth marks that he’d left. He should probably apologize for that. Sirius would probably have a lot of explaining to do for anyone who saw him in the next few days. The thought of that made something deep inside of Remus growl with satisfaction. 

Their fingers were still intertwined above their heads, and Sirius’ thumb was gently making circles in Remus’ palm. Slowly, slowly, Remus released his hands and carefully pulled out, turning Sirius over and enfolding him into his arms immediately. The smaller body was so warm and soft within his own, and it almost made him shiver to be so intimate. It was such a natural position: Sirius slotted against his chest, under his arm, softly tracing invisible stars across his scars. Remus’ hand found its way into Sirius’ hair, playing absently with the silky, minty-smelling tendrils. 

“You okay, pretty star?” he whispered. 

“I’m good,” Sirius replied, his voice sounding utterly blown out. “So, so good.”

“Are you in pain? Was I too rough?”

Sirius twisted to look at him and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“You were perfect, Moony.” He wriggled his hips around a bit. “Fuck, I think you blew out my back.”

“I’m sorry!” Remus wailed, hugging him closer to his chest like he would break. “I didn’t—”

“Don’t apologize, you wanker. That was the best orgasm of my life.” 

“I really fucked up your neck.”

“S’okay. I kind of like it.”

“You’re sadistic.”

Sirius grinned wickedly. “Everyone’s gonna know I’m yours.”

Remus eyed him warily. “Is it a bit soon for that?”

“It’s weird. I know that it should be, but it doesn’t feel that way at all. This just feels—”

“Right?”

“Yes. I dunno how much I believe in all that love at first sight rubbish, but it’s like you and I just feel into place.”

Sirius looked up at him, studying his face carefully. “Do I sound bonkers? I feel like I sound bonkers.”

“Not at all,” Remus replied. 

“That’s good. I really want this to work out.”

Remus couldn’t stop smiling. “I do too. I can’t wait to learn you, to memorize you. I want to know every single little, annoying thing about you. I want to know your favorite song, what makes you laugh, what wakes you up in the morning, what puts your teeth on edge, everything.”

Sirius laughed. “Keep spouting all that poetic shit and you’ll be just fine, Moony.”

He kissed Remus’ jaw, who tilted his head down to capture the kiss. Their lips were still swollen, but neither of them cared. There was nothing rushed or heated about it, just pure satisfaction and ease. Still, it made every inch of Remus’ skin tingle with electricity, and he pulled Sirius so close into him that the only way that they could get any closer was to melt into each other’s skin. 

“The Prettiest Star,” Sirius said breathlessly when they finally broke apart.

“Huh?”

“That’s my favorite song. The Prettiest Star by David Bowie.”

“That’s unexpected.”

Sirius propped himself up on his elbows. “How the fuck is it unexpected?” he demanded.

“I dunno! It just is!”

“It’s literally about me!”

“You’re such a narcissist."

“That’s why you love me, darling.”

He moved to straddle Remus this time, and gave his hips an experimental downwards rock. Remus gasped with pleasure.

“Again? Already?” he asked, half-laughed.

Sirius cocked a cheeky eyebrow, challenging him. “Is that even a question?”

“Never, pretty star.”

Their lips locked yet again, and Remus fell head over heels.