Game
Sirius glared at James, trying very hard to keep his grin in check. "Shut up, Jamie."
James had no such reservations— he grinned like the kneazle who caught the rat, fingers slowly dragging up Sirius' left arm and left eyebrow ticking up in challenge.
"Make me."
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, stomach swooping at the suggestive gleam in those chocolate brown eyes. James' grin widened, and Sirius decided he couldn't have his boyfriend getting any smugger than he already was.
He pounced, gripping both of James' wrists and tipping him backwards so he fell onto the bed with Sirius' weight on top of him, their legs tangling into the red blanket. James yelped, twisting his arms, but Sirius held tight, smirk pulling at his lips even as his guts squirmed at having James underneath him. He leaned down till his nose was brushing James', relishing in the deep red flush that saturated his bronze skin at the sudden closeness.
"Do you really wanna play this game, Jamie?"