Remus moaned, head tilting back, hands buried in Sirius’s long, dark hair. The other boy’s lips maneuvered experly down his jaw and to the column of his throat, sucking softly at the pulse. One of Sirius’s hands cupped Remus’s jaw, while the other hand traveled down his lithe chest, dipping into the waistband of his jeans--
“Pads!”
It wasn’t Remus who had called his name, but James. The Black boy’s hand stopped its trajectory into his boyfriend’s pants, giving a low chuckle against Remus’s skin.
“Looks like we’ve been caught.” He murmured, leaning back. He turned a ‘can I help you?’ look toward James, who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Sirius snorted when he saw him--he had lost the traumatized look he had used to sport when he caught them and now just exasperated
James had been thrilled when Remus and Sirius had finally stopped pining after each other and had started dating last year. Honestly it was about bloody time-- they’d all been basically choked with the unresolved sexual tension between these two for six years. However, he had not thought about Sirius’s boyfriend when he offered to share his room with his best friend. This was proving to be a massive oversight.
“Bad dog.” He chastized, and Sirius rolled his eyes, turning his head back to kiss Remus once, then twice--
“Oh, come on!” This was the third time James had walked in on them this week.
Sirius, lips still firmly planted on Moony’s, rooted around for something on the bed, grinning as his fingers closed around silken fabric.
Remus laughed as the invisibility cloak fell eschew around their heads. Sirius’s hands were back on his body, and he moaned lowly, gripping his shoulders--
“You know I can still hear you!”
“Sod off, Prongs!”