Chapter 15
It finally happens on a cold winter night.
Sirius had imagined what it would be like more than a hundred times; different scenarios, different locations, different positions… Needless to say his fantasies hadn’t lived up to the real thing.
Sirius lies motionless in Remus’ bed, body heavy and tired but Merlin, he’s in a state of pure bliss.
He hadn’t been a virgin before it happened. He’d had his fair share of sexual interactions. But nothing had been quite as mind-blowing and show-stopping as this. Remus knows how to please a bloke, that’s for sure.
A low chuckle resounds, and Sirius can’t help but smile when a warm kiss lands on one of his eyebrows. “Are you asleep?” Remus asks, his voice a little deeper than usual. Shivers run down Sirius’ spine.
“Almost.” He answers, peeking through his eyelids. Remus is looking at him in the most lovesick way, and momentarily, Sirius feels unworthy of it all.
The longing gazes, Remus’ hand caressing his side as he shifts closer, the way he noses his jaw and gently nips at the tender skin of his neck…
He doesn’t deserve any of it. And yet, he never wants it to end. Sirius is selfish like that.
He’s had sex, yes, but he’s never had anyone make love to him. He guesses that’s the big difference between Remus and all the rest; what they have is so earnest and pure they could never just have sex. Because Sirius loves Remus, and Remus loves him. He can’t imagine a world in which they don’t.
“Are you alright?”
Sirius nods, tracing one of Remus’ scars with his fingertips. He lets him.
“Never been better.”