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Warm laughter fills the train compartment. Laughter Sirius really missed these past weeks. Finally, he is back with his best friends, although Prongs was the only one he had seen during the holidays.
Remus sits across from him, his long legs folded into a position no one believed could be comfortable in the slightest. But he always sat like that, it was the way it always was. Weirdly comforting, Remus sitting in every possible position known to mankind, James on the other hand? He always sat up straight like a ruler, the stark contrast to Remus almost comically.
“Moony, have you ever considered you might have less back pain all the time if you just sat properly for once?”, James teased, but Remus just rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at him.
“I’d rather have back pain for the rest of my days, than looking like I’ve got a fucking stick stuck up my arse, like you, James.” Something silver sparkled on Remus’s tongue, naturally Sirius looked a little closer at his best friend’s mouth, trying to figure out what it could be, while being as discreet as possible about it. Remus shooted him an asking look, “everything okay with you Pads? Why are you looking like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Not quite as discreet as he thought apparently. “Did you get your tongue pierced during the summer?”, he says while trying to pull his gaze away from his beautiful mouth. A beautiful, now laughing mouth. Remus sticks out his tongue again, this time to show off the piercing with a joking wink in Sirius’s direction.
“Yeah, you like it?”, he laughed again. Sirius did like it. Of course he did. If possible, Remus looked even better than he already did. But that was something Sirius couldn’t say, not if he wanted to keep this friendship. So, he didn’t and just nodded his head, still in awe, eyes fixed to Remus’ mouth.
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After a long train ride, they finally arrived in Hogwarts. They were all tired and hungry as they sat down for dinner, but still all Sirius could think about was Remus and his stupid tongue piercing. He had so many questions. Questions he really shouldn’t be thinking about that much. He shouldn’t be asking himself how his best friends tongue piercing would feel like if they would kiss. How it would taste. How it would feel dragging along his neck, under his ears and down to his collarbone. How it would probably cool the marks Remus could leave on him.
“Sirius!”, sounded a voice far too close to his ear. “Where are you with your thoughts today, pads? You’ve not been saying a single word since we came up here, is everything okay?”, James asked, worry lingering in his tone.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m just really hungry that’s all”, Sirius reassured him but gave him a promising look. James was the only one who knew about his feelings towards Remus, which only was because he noticed Sirius staring at Remus for a bit too long, in the library once. It was like James read his mind. He knowingly wiggled his eyebrows at Sirius and made an unsatisfied clicking sound with his tongue.
“So hungry, you’ve only taken one bite from your mashed potatoes. Quite impressive how you manage to repress your needs so well, darling”, he said, blowing Sirius cover.
Sirius spent the rest of dinner occupied on finishing his food, but once they were all together in their dorm again, lying in bed, he couldn’t keep the thoughts from returning back to his head.
It truly was all he could think about right now. The tongue piercing and Remus tongue in Sirius mouth in general.
In fact, the stupid tongue piercing, and Remus stupid, way too perfect lips, where all Sirius could think about for weeks from then. Normally, before Remus decided to be a fucking menace and get a tongue ring, Sirius was quite good at admiring from afar. At hiding his feelings or masking them behind the fact that Remus and he were best friends. Sometimes, when Remus was writing an essay and biting on the end of his quill to concentrate better, the sun tinting his light brown curls golden as it set, that’s when Sirius started to get overwhelmed by his feelings. Because Remus truly was breathtaking. Breathtakingly sexy, to be exact.
And the piercing? It did not help that fact at all; it only made it worse. So much worse. Sirius would catch himself being overwhelmed by his feelings about seventy percent more often than what was usual. And now, whenever Remus needed to concentrate better, he wouldn’t bite on his quill anymore, now he played around with the piercing hidden in his mouth. He would run it across his bottom lip, clack it against the backside of his teeth, or worst of all, tongue slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth, and the little metal ball being squeezed between his lips.
Thinking about how the tongue ring would taste in his mouth felt like a humiliation ritual at this point. It drove him insane, especially because he would never know how Remus tasted. Instead, that he was sure of, a ton of girls would find out. They would be the ones Remus was kissing, and they would be the ones getting hickeys sucked on their neck.
His jealousy sickened Sirius, because Remus really deserved all of this. He deserved to be happy, but Sirius wanted it to be him, making him happy instead so bad.
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Then, one early autumn night, neither Remus nor Sirius could sleep. It was their thing, when one of them simply couldn’t settle down for the night. Together they snuck out of their dorm window, on the little space of flattened roof where they would often sit, stargaze and smoke a cigarette and talk about everything that was on their minds. Here on their rooftop, they always were honest to one another.
This particular night, Remus was more absent minded than usual, staring up at the sprinkling of stars across the dark sky. Sirius was staring at his stars, his moon, his moony.
And on this particular night, Sirius finally build up the courage to ask the question, burning on his tongue for weeks now.
“Hey, Moony?”, he said. “What’s it like?”
“What is what like?”, Remus said, turning to look at Sirius curiously. Sirius nearly chickened out, because when faced with the way Remus was looking at him right know, he would do anything not to ruin it. But there was no turning back now, so he gestured to his mouth and said, “y’know, the tongue ring.”
“Oh,” Remus smiled. “I don’t know, ‘ve gotten used to it by now. Hurt like hell when I first got it though.” “Yeah, you’d think.” Sirius paused for a moment, releasing that Remus was still staring at him those eyes.
He asked the question that had been on his mind for what seemed like forever. “What’s it tastes like?” Remus didn’t answer right away, but suddenly there was this indescribable look in his eyes, and in a quiet, husky way that made Sirius’s breath catch he said, “why don’t you find out?”.
Sirius froze for a moment, staring wide-eyed at Remus, but the next moment he leaned in and their lips crashed together. Hot and needy, and it’s better than anything Sirius could’ve ever imagined.
Sirius’s heart beats wildly, and he noticed Remus’s soft lips, prying them open and exploring his mouth, meeting Remus’s tongue with his and yes. There it was the hard stud that was somehow unbelievably hot and tasted suspiciously like…
But before Sirius could figure out what this particular taste really was Remus pulled away, holding Sirius’s face inches away from his, their breaths mixing, hot and heavy. “did you… did you do it just to find out how it tastes?”, Remus whispered
For a second everything is quiet, not even their breaths can be heard. Sirius blinked and shaked his head. He doesn’t know why he says it, because he can be impulsive some times, but he does know it’s completely true when he whispered , “Remus, I am so fucking in love with you and if you think that I kissed you just to find out what that unbearably sexy ring tastes like, then I’m sorry to say, but you’re an idiot”
After two beats of long, tense silence, Remus cracked a smile and said, “I really thought it was just me that felt that way.” But then his smile turned into a wide grin, and he draged Sirius’s face back to his.
Between heavenly kisses and the spectacular feeling of Remus’s hot piercing dragging against Sirius’s mouth, he huffed out a laugh and said, “Chocolate? Really, Moony? Why am I not surprised…” before he can say another thing Remus shut him up with a quick kiss.
“What can I say? I guess I’m just a sweet tooth trough and trough.”
“You definitely are a sweetheart”, Sirius reassured him, laughing silently.
“Soo…” Remus started, “what did you say about my tongue ring again, ‘unbearably sexy’?”. Sirius groaned, “ugh you really had no idea what you were doing to me these past weeks. I couldn’t think about anything else, other than that stupid fucking piercing.”
“Is that so?”, Remus asked, grinning wickedly. “And what were you thinking about, darling?” A shiver ran down Sirius’s spine as the pet name slipped past Remus’s lips.
He hid his face in Remus’s neck, not having it in him to look him in the eyes while admitting to his fantasies of Remus sucking hickeys into his neck and collarbone.
“That’s so hot, Sirius”, Remus breathed into his ear. When he looked up at him again, their lips reunite desperately and Sirius let out a small whimper as Remus began sucking in the delicate skin under Sirius’s ear. Once he was finished, he slid his tongue ring along the dark spot on Sirius’s neck. The normally hot metal, rolling cooling over his skin. Sirius let out a quiet moan that made Remus groan as he pulled away.
“I think we should head back in”, he quietly says. “you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?”
“Now that I have you, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily, Lupin.” He laughed and followed him back through the window.