Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
“I’ve been hinting at you to kiss me for the past five minutes,” he remarked idly. He looked up and saw his mystery friend looking at him contemplatively. He had such pretty green eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he replied finally, moving closer and wrapping an arm around him. “I’m not very good at recognizing that kind of thing,” he said, and Sirius reached down and twined their fingers together. The other man smiled before he leaned down and kissed himself softly, slowly and Sirius felt pleasure ripple through him in a gentle wave. It would have been chaste if not for how long it lasted. Sirius gave a happy little hum when they separated, his grin widening when the other man dropped a kiss at the corner of his mouth before pulling away completely.
“You still haven’t told me your name,” Sirius finally said, still enjoying the tingling in his lips from the other man’s kiss.
“I thought the point of a masked ball was to hide your identity,” he pointed out.
“But you know my name already,” he replied, “and I want to see you again,” Sirius murmured, and he couldn’t tell why the other man looked sad, even if it was quickly hidden.
“I’m not sure you’ll want to, once you know who I am.” Sirius felt dread pool in his stomach as the man finished speaking. He looked away, contemplating moving away, even if he was comfortably warm.
“You think I’m petty too.”
To his surprise, the other man’s arms tightened around him, almost protectively.
“Not even a little.”
Sirius leaned back into him, relaxing into his arms again. It felt good to believe him, so he would save his doubts for later.
“At least let me see your face.”
“That’s the problem, I’m afraid,” and he had barely finished speaking before Sirius had turned to him and looked at him pleadingly.
“Please?” Sirius reached up and quickly undid the ties of his own mask before reaching down to hold his hand again. “Kiss me without the mask?”
He looked conflicted, his hand twitching in Sirius’s before he haltingly reached for the ties of his own mask.
“Remus,” he murmured as he pulled the mask away and set it on the bench next to them. He had three long scars running down the side of his face, right next to his deep green eyes. He looked scared, and Sirius started rubbing circles over his hand with his thumb in a soothing motion.
“Remus,” he repeated, testing the name out, enjoying the sound of it. “Kiss me again, Remus?” and the relieved smile that broke out was much more beautiful now that he could see all of his face.