(Very)good morning
Remus had not thought much of Valentine's Day for most of his life. In fact, every year it tested his patience, as much as he begrudged all those lovebirds with heart-shaped eyes. And he had never been jealous because no one wrapped ridiculously romantic gifts for him or gave kitschy cards with kitschy motifs and even kitschier contents. He was, of course, absolutely mature and sensible. Everything else was hearsay at best. In the end, he just found it a bit disconcerting, why not show the person who meant the most to you every day how important they were to you?
Wasn't that the point of a relationship?
That there was someone who meant everything to you? The last person you thought of before drifting off into Morpheus' arms, and the first person you thought of when you woke up?
At some point he had come to terms with the fact that it was just a curious, but presumably somewhat ethically justifiable time. Of course, he was completely above it when couples were ogling each other to his left and right, he had to constantly take detours because there was smooching (or worse!) on every corner and these lovebirds somehow forgot that not everyone wanted to be informed in such detail about the intimate details of their classmates.
But now he was in his seventh year.
And when he woke up this morning, blinking the sleep lazily from his eyes, the sight of a warm bundle of inexplicably long limbs already awaited him in his arms. Curled up and completely clinging to him to save space, and so deliciously relaxed. Sirius smiled even in his sleep, just a fine curve curving his inviting narrow lips. He looked almost alien without his trademark grin, but Remus loved seeing him like that. Relaxed and, above all, completely trusting. Remus would have loved to be able to draw him like that, but unfortunately his artistic abilities barely got beyond a few less than proportionate stick figures. Instead, he felt honoured and enjoyed the privilege of being the only one allowed to see Sirius like this. As he was still deciding whether to just enjoy the view and the blissful peace for a little while longer, or instead invite Sirius in for an extensive morning snogging session with gentle kisses, the eyelids of his! boyfriend's eyelids fluttered, and the next moment he was already sinking into the silver-grey of those eyes, completely willingly. How such a cold colour could be so warm was still a mystery to him...
"Hey..." Sirius didn't sound like he was actually really awake yet, his voice was so soft and gentle, as if he was still talking in a dream. Remus blinked and squeezed out an almost breathless "Hey yourself!" through the lump in his throat. Sirius looked at him, sleep still heavy in his eyes, his completely unfairly perfect features still quite soft.
"Sleep well?" Sirius' thin pale pink lips distracted him completely, so Remus was very proud that his brain could scrape together enough capacity to form complete sentences at all. "Deep and blissful..." and one of Sirius' perfectly arched brows disappeared into a precarious height. Remus was an extremely deep sleeper by nature, so while James' all-morning bout of inappropriate cheerfulness completely passed him by, Sirius was already defending his sensitive sleep with a curse or two.
Sirius seemed to have followed his train of thought.
"James has already left, by the way..." He informed him, completely expressionless. Only the gleam in his quicksilver eyes somehow didn't quite want to match. "Really...?" His voice sounded suddenly rougher, and not just to his ears, right? His handsome Animagus boyfriend tilted his head in a very dog-like gesture and Remus could have sworn that the grey in those bottomless eyes darkened a little.
"Peter too..." he added almost thoughtfully, but the pink tip of his tongue licked across his lower lip, just for a moment. Remus swallowed, feeling warmth that didn't come from the ceiling. Hardness that was most definitely not a knee.
"It's Valentine's Day!" he brought determinedly from his suddenly far too dry lips and all he got in warning was an approving hum and then soft lips were already brushing his jaw, then his throat, sucking gossamer against the sensitive skin there. The whimper was out of his mouth before he could give permission and he probably sounded very needy while he did it, but luckily no one heard him but Sirius.
When a moist tip of his tongue traced his pulse, he already felt this touch much deeper. Unconsciously, he automatically tilted his head back.
"Sirius..." he mumbled, syllables sticky on his tongue, while the one he was addressing passed languidly over his throat as if following an invisible path. One hand dug almost reflexively into a fistful of midnight-black hair, trying to find the hold the pureblood was just stealing from him inch by inch.
"Do you want me to stop?" Sirius' voice was just a whisper against his skin as he set his sights on the spot on his collarbone, kissing and licking and then sipping gently. This marksmanship in regards to his sensitive spots was truly wicked.
He should be worried.
He won't.
"N-no..." he almost choked, because by then he felt two warm hands with ridiculously long fingers and they were stroking his sides gossamer-fine and absolutely ruthless. Sirius was unwavering in his mission and Remus' head sank deeper into the pillow. It was almost surreal, here he was, writhing under deft piano-playing fingers of one Sirius Orion Black and trembling under his equally talented lips as they kissed inch by inch across his slightly quivering chest. Sometimes he still couldn't believe they were doing this, that he and Sirius were really....
It wasn't the first time Remus had allowed Sirius to touch his scars, but it felt just as tender and raw as the first time he did it. Long fingers slid over it with the same reverence as the very first time, leaving nothing but tingling warmth trickling all over his body, only to gather deep, deeper and deeper into his belly. The first time after they had become a couple, there was no way he wanted his boyfriend to touch his scars. Rationally, of course, he knew that Sirius had done it a few times before, usually after the full moon when he was looking after him. Sirius never pretended not to notice the engraved marks of past lonely nights that covered his body virtually from head to toe. But he had also never pretended that they were something repulsive, something to keep one's hands off, out of some irrational fear of transference or misconceived consideration.
So he had felt quite ridiculous for a while, uncomfortable at the very thought of it.
Now, of all times, they had finally made it. Were together at last.
But Sirius was his Sirius.
He never pushed him, never made Remus feel as if he had to immediately show more, allow more than he was ready for. He gave him his own pace as much as Remus gave him his.
Sirius stroked every scar he could reach, tracing them like an artist would a breath-consuming work.
Devoutly.
Breathed kisses, as it were, over his heated skin, which seemed to grow hotter with every inch he revered. But though he certainly sensed exactly how hard Remus already was, where he wanted him and preferably right now, the young pureblood didn't seem to be in the least bit of a hurry
"Sirius..." he murmured without air in his lungs, feeling the buzz vibrate over his skin and reverberate in his bones.
"Yes, baby?" Remus almost choked on his gasp, for Sirius's voice was low and husky, rasping harshly over his sensitive nerves. Nimble fingertips, guided with dishonest audacity gently pinched his nipples and he lost sight of any protest against these utterly unfair means, instead curling into the weapons of his choice.
God, how he loved those aristocratic hands....
"Merlin, how beautiful you are..." It was, after all, a bit of poetic justice that Sirius sounded as overwhelmed as Remus felt. His fingers slid through the thick black hair between his fingers, stroking and pulling, searching and finding the small spot just behind his ear. Sirius loved to be touched there, and even now he expelled a shaky breath that broke off towards the end, tingling over the skin on the werewolf's belly where reckless lips had already kissed a wet path of damnation.
And then those same lips slid lower finally, finally, and a soft tongue first curled tantalisingly around his tip before tongue and lips coiled around him in unison, sucking gently. His back lifted from the mattress without his intervention, a fist clenched perhaps a little too tightly in his lover's black mop of hair, but he didn't complain.
Maybe he could appreciate Valentine's Day by now after all, Remus thought blissfully, reveling in that warm embrace Sirius' mouth so eagerly offered him.
Then, agonisingly slowly, that sinful mouth took him deeper, and swallowed.
And with it, every clear thought...