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Sirius unlocked the door to his house, stepping into the hallway before turning to look at Remus. The other man was still hovering slightly on the other side, and Sirius’ mouth tugged into a grin.
“You want me to carry you over the threshold?” he asked, teasingly, and there was a glorious, light blush that spread across Remus’ cheeks.
Sirius wanted to kiss him.
“I think that should’ve been last month, don’t you?” asked Remus, his golden eyes glittering as he looked at Sirius.
“Better late than never,” shrugged Sirius with a small smile but Remus merely shook his head with a grin as he stepped inside.
“It feels good to be back. It’s weird, it feels like… more than just two nights,” he said as he shrugged out of his coat.
It had been a few confusing hours since they had made their decision, and they had been pushed and prodded and photographed and interviewed and hugged and congratulated in a confusing mess.
Sirius had wanted nothing more than to be alone with Remus but they hadn’t had the chance yet. They had quickly decided that Remus was coming back to Sirius’ house so that they could talk, and after sending James a message saying that everything was alright and he promised to call tomorrow, Sirius had turned his phone off. Remus had done the same.
“It does feel like longer,” Sirius agreed, kicking the door shut behind Remus before turning around to face him. “It’s good to have you back.”
“Is it?” asked Remus, and even though he was smiling a little there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
Sirius didn’t reply straight away, instead he stepped up close to Remus, well into his personal space. He reached up, toying lightly with the collar of Remus’ shirt. He could feel Remus’ eyes on him, and Sirius was once again reminded of how tall Remus was. They were almost the same height, and Sirius’ eyes travelled over Remus’ face.
He studied the slope of Remus’ nose, the line of his jaw, the little scar that split into one of his brows which came from an accident when he was a kid. Remus was biting down lightly on his bottom lip; nerves, Sirius suspected, and he smiled a little.
He reached up, rubbing his thumb gently over Remus’ lip to get him to release it. He looked kissable, and Sirius realised with a jolt that there was no reason for him to pretend he didn’t want to snog Remus senseless anymore. He parted his own lips, running his tongue over them and predictably enough he saw Remus’ eyes drop to his mouth.
Sirius felt a little flash of excitement in his chest, and he leaned in closer to press their lips together. Remus’ response was instant, almost automatic, and Sirius felt Remus’ fingers curl into his shirt, almost as if he needed to hold on to something. Remus opened up, eagerly, and Sirius felt heat sizzle down his spine at how keen his husband was.
Sirius easily took control of the kiss, sliding one hand up to settle at the back of Remus’ neck. He pushed Remus backwards until the other man had his back against the front door, and he swallowed the soft noises that fell from between Remus’ lips. Sirius kissed him eagerly, not breaking apart until he needed to breathe, and when he finally did he felt Remus’ hands tighten their grip on Sirius’ shirt to keep him close.
“Yes,” Sirius murmured, brushing their lips together lightly again, and Remus blinked owlishly at him.
“Yes what?” he asked, and the rasp in Remus’ voice went straight to Sirius’ dick.
Sirius smirked. “You asked if it’s really good to have you back and yes– yes it is. It feels… I was worried you weren’t going to want to stay married.”
Remus stared at him, unmoving for a moment before he barked out a laugh.
“ You were worried? I was convinced you were going to break up with me.”
Sirius chuckled quietly, kissing Remus again before he took a step back.
“Absolutely not.”
Remus smiled slowly as he looked around the hallway, his gaze snagging briefly on one of the corners where there used to be a camera, but was now empty.
“No cameras?”
Sirius shook his head.
“They removed them this morning.”
“So…” Remus said slowly as he curled his fingers around Sirius’ wrist. “Just us here, then?”
“Yeah,” Sirius smiled widely. “For the first time, it’s just us.”
“That feels good,” said Remus with a soft sigh, and Sirius arched a brow at him.
“Yeah? What’ve you got on your mind that you don’t want to do in front of the cameras?” he asked, teasingly, and there was something in the way that Remus’ gaze seemed to grow a little sharper that made heat spike in Sirius’ chest.
“This,” Remus said, and that was all the warning that Sirius got before Remus was on him.
The first thought that flashed through Sirius’ head was that Remus was surprisingly strong when he wanted to be. He found himself pushed up against the wall in the hallway, one of Remus’ legs pressing between his own, his thigh pushing up against his groin.
Remus’ long fingers closed around Sirius’ jaw as he tilted his head down slightly before claiming his mouth in a kiss that was nothing if not filthy. It was hungry, almost a little desperate in the way that he nipped eagerly at Sirius’ lips. His free hand slid down Sirius’ chest, edging its way underneath the hem of his tee shirt and sliding against hot skin.
Remus’ blunt nails scratched along Sirius’ overheated skin, catching at one of Sirius’ nipples, and he couldn’t stop the moan that tore from his throat. He pushed forward, into the sharpness, savouring the way that Remus hissed against him in pleasure.
“Just for the record,” Sirius mumbled against him as Remus pulled back to catch his breath. “You can do that whenever you want, cameras or no cameras.”
Remus gave a breathless little chuckle, pressing their foreheads together briefly.
“You have no idea the things I want to do.”
“Hm?” Sirius asked as he slid his hands up Remus’ back, underneath his shirt, tracing over taut skin. “I’m all ears.”
“You sure about that?” Remus asked as he nipped his way along Sirius’ jaw, breath ghosting against Sirius’ ear which made him shiver.
“Yeah,” he replied as he tipped his head to the side, giving Remus more space, but his husband pulled away with a low chuckle that did something strange to Sirius’ insides.
“Minerva would’ve been proud of you,” he teased and Sirius made a protesting noise as Remus took a step back.
“Where are you going?”
Remus arched a brow, an amused pull over his face.
“I figured we should move out of the hallway.”
“Why?” asked Sirius slyly. “There are no cameras here anymore.”
“I know, but…” Remus trailed off, as he did an embarrassed little shrug.
Sirius pushed away from the wall to reach for Remus again, putting two fingers underneath his chin to turn his head so that he was looking at Sirius again.
“Tell me,” he urged.
“I just… it’d be– our first time– I just thought…” Remus trailed off and Sirius studied him for a moment, and he felt a pang of affection for his husband.
“You thought our first real time deserved something more than a quickie in the hallway?” he asked, purposefully keeping his voice soft even though he couldn’t quite stop the smile that pulled at his mouth.
“Yeah,” mumbled Remus, and the glorious flush on his cheeks was back as he flicked his gaze up and down Sirius’ body. “Not that I don’t want to– fuck, I really want to…”
Sirius grinned, taking a step towards the stairs as he gently pulled Remus along with him.
“Then let’s take this upstairs.”
“Now?” asked Remus, and Sirius didn’t think he was imagining the flash of want in the other man’s eyes.
“Do you have anything better to do? Anywhere better to be?”
“No,” replied Remus instantly, and then he chuckled embarrassedly. “No, nowhere better.”
“Well, then…”
Sirius didn’t wait for Remus to say anything else before he pulled him along with him, up two flights of stairs and into the bedroom. It wasn’t as if Remus was putting up much of a fight, he went willingly even when Sirius pushed him down on his back onto the bed. He stood for a moment at the foot of the bed, watching Remus hungrily and he could see the other man’s erection already straining slightly against his slacks.
He climbed on top of him, straddling Remus’ legs as he placed one hand on each side of Remus’ head. He ducked his head, moving in as if to kiss Remus but stopped when their mouths were barely an inch apart. He could feel the hot puffs of Remus’ breath against his own mouth, short and soft.
“I didn’t like it, sleeping here without you,” Sirius mumbled, purposefully shifting on top of Remus’, grinding down against him and he savoured the hitch to his husband’s breath. “The sheets still smell of you and I didn’t want to change them. The whole bed felt too big. That never used to be a problem before. I dunno what you’ve done to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Remus mumbled, his voice wonderfully breathless as Sirius kept grinding down against him.
“Hm, are you really?” murmured Sirius, smiling as he slowly moved down Remus’ body, purposefully dragging his hips a little lower.
“Yes,” Remus groaned, and Sirius felt a little thrill run down his spine as Remus’ head tipped back.
He looked at Remus’ slim throat, the bob of his Adams’ apple as he swallowed, and Sirius grazed his teeth against the exposed skin as a little reward. He savoured Remus’ faint moan, the way his breath trembled.
“We’ll see about that,” Sirius mumbled, but he wasn’t even sure himself what he was talking about, too distracted by having Remus spread out beneath him.
Sirius sat up, sliding a hand down Remus’ chest before he made short work of the buttons in his shirt. Sirius pushed the shirt over Remus’ shoulder, urging him to shrug out of it before moving on to Remus’ slacks. He made short work of them too, not happy until Remus was only wearing his underwear.
Sirius traced his fingers lightly up Remus’ thighs, bypassing his groin before moving up over his stomach and his chest. He paused by one of Remus’ nipples, holding his husband’s gaze as his nails snagged on it for a moment, giving him a pinch.
Remus sucked in a harsh breath, a moan vibrating in his throat as he arched into the pinch rather than away from it and Sirius felt heat sizzle through him. He slid a hand lower, covering Remus’ cock through his underwear, feeling it harden and twitch against the palm of his hand.
“Can I?” he rasped, his gaze flicking up to Remus’ face briefly and his husband nodded, his usually golden eyes unusually dark.
He lifted his hips invitingly as Sirius slowly pulled his underwear off and away, discarding them carelessly onto the floor. There was something insanely arousing that he was still fully clothed, and Remus was naked beneath him. Exposed and vulnerable. That Remus was willing to do that, with him, made Sirius’ chest expand with something that Sirius thought might be love.
Sirius traced his fingers against the silky skin of Remus’ dick, curling his fingers around him as he gave him a slow pump. Remus groaned, his hands fisting into the sheets on top of the bed, as if he had to physically stop himself from reaching up to grab Sirius.
“Don’t move,” Sirius whispered, leaning over Remus to kiss him softly before he slid off him so that he could reach for the bedside table.
He found the lube easily, settling back on the bed next to Remus. He let his gaze drink in Remus’ outstretched form, the way his legs were slightly spread, how his dick curved heavy and flushed and beautiful against his hip.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Sirius blurted before he could stop himself, and he could see how Remus twisted slightly with embarrassment, moving as if to cover himself up but Sirius stopped him by curling a hand around Remus’ wrist, pinning it back down against the bed. “No. I love to see you.”
Sirius admonished him gently, making sure that Remus kept his hand against the bed before he released him again. He stretched out on the bed next to Remus, lazily pulling him close for a kiss. His other hand uncapped the lube, and he awkwardly managed to coat his fingers in it before he curled them around Remus’ cock again.
He started pumping him slowly, taking his time to map out the weight and girth and feel of Remus. He felt perfect, the same as he had done every time they had done this before. He broke the kiss with a nip to Remus’ bottom lip and his husband groaned against him.
“Sirius–“ he started, and Sirius thought he could kill for that needy little tremble over his name.
“Mhm?” he asked, twisting his fingers around the head of Remus’ cock before sliding his fingers down along the length, cupping his balls, and it tore another groan from Remus’ throat.
“I’m going– I won’t last if you–“
“You say it as if it’s a bad thing,” murmured Sirius teasingly, nipping at Remus’ shoulder and ignoring his little sound of frustrated protest as he slid lower.
“No,” Remus shook his head, but he didn’t stop pushing into Sirius’ hand, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “No, I wa– fuck , Sirius– I want–“
Sirius slowed down slightly, lifting his head to look at him properly. Remus’ face was flushed, his eyes a shade darker than normal and there was a wonderful mix of arousal and frustration and desperation visible there. Sirius gave him another squeeze, only for the pleasure to feel Remus pulse and twitch in his hand, another dollop of precum pulsing from the tip of his cock.
“You want?” he asked innocently, but the smug grin on his face was replaced by a look of surprise as Remus suddenly moved, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was curled around his cock.
“Want you out of those clothes,” Remus replied, breathless and needy as he rolled over onto his side, pressing his full body against Sirius.
Sirius could imagine what it would feel like, the rough denim of his jeans against Remus’ sensitive skin, and he felt Remus shudder against him.
“Want you out of those clothes,” Remus said again before he guided Sirius’ hand from his cock to behind his balls until Sirius’ finger rubbed past his hole. “Want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Sirius, I’ve– fuck, I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw you, at our wedding. The only thing I could think of was how I wanted you to bend me over the nearest flat surface and– fuck .”
Sirius hummed, his whole body blazing hot from Remus’ words but there was no point in denying that he wanted it too. His fingers were still a little slick from the lube, not quite enough but Remus didn’t seem to mind as he shifted back against his finger, pushing Sirius just barely past the rim.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Remus gave a breathless sort of laugh, a hungry look in his eyes as he claimed Sirius’ mouth in a kiss.
“Didn’t want to scare you off,” he mumbled against Sirius’ lips. “Wanted you to want me too.”
“How could I not want you?” Sirius mumbled, ignoring Remus’ whine as he pulled his hand back.
He pushed his husband onto his back, wasting no time as he quickly rid himself of his clothes. He didn’t exactly drag it out, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he was very aware of Remus watching him eagerly. He curled a hand loosely around his own erection, giving himself a couple of strokes but he was already hard, he’d been leaking since they started this in the hallway.
He grabbed the lube again, settling between Remus’ legs as he watched.
“How d’you wanna do this?” he asked, suddenly a little unsure, but Remus’ gaze didn’t waver as he met Sirius’ eyes.
“Like this,” Remus said, shifting his legs further apart and he lifted one leg to bend at the knee, planting his foot against the bed to give Sirius better access. “I want to see you. You can bend me over any furniture in this house anytime you want but this time– this time I want to see you.”
Sirius felt arousal dance like sparks down his spine and he nodded mutely, coating his fingers in lube before he shifted closer. He positioned himself on his knees between Remus’ legs, hooking Remus’ bent knee over his shoulder, rubbing lightly over his knee.
“Tell me if it hurts and we’ll find another way,” Sirius said, and he didn’t look away until Remus gave him a small nod of agreement.
Sirius doubted Remus actually would tell him to stop if it came down to it, so he promised himself that he would keep an eye on it. As good as he could, anyway, because as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over Remus’ hole, felt him clench and unclench against nothing, there was a wave of arousal crashing through him so powerful that Sirius almost lost it.
He wanted to flip Remus over, wanted to drive into him, wanted to bury himself to the hilt and fuck into him again and again but somehow he managed to keep himself under control. Remus smiled a little, a small twitch of his lips, as if he could read Sirius’ mind and he shifted down against Sirius to urge him inside.
“Fuck,” Sirius muttered, more to himself than anything else as he pushed a finger into Remus, groaning deeply at how good it felt.
The mere thought of what it would feel like to bury himself into that hot tightness was enough to send another wave of arousal through Sirius, his own cock twitching. He added another finger next to the first, twisting them slightly, watching almost mesmerised at the reaction on Remus’ face.
He was biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes half-lidded as he impatiently pushed down against Sirius’ fingers. Sirius was mindful not to hurt him though, carefully scissoring his fingers to stretch him, his gaze flickering down to watch his fingers disappear into his husband.
“Fuck you’re tight,” muttered Sirius as he felt Remus clench around him, and he resisted the urge he had to reach down and stroke himself while he was fingering Remus.
He wanted to keep the anticipation building, and he didn’t want it to be over too fast. He pulled back slightly, adding a third finger as he twisted them inside of him again, watching as Remus threw his head back with a moan.
“Been a while,” Remus said once he found his voice again, rocking back against Sirius’ fingers. “But I won’t break. I wa–ant you inside me.”
“You sure?” Sirius asked, and he was only half-teasing, hooking his fingers slightly as he searched for Remus’ spot.
He could tell when he found it, Remus’ whole body tensing up around him, a strangled moan escaping him, and Sirius felt his own body respond in kind. He shifted his hold slightly, pulling his fingers out before pushing them back in with a twist that had Remus arch off the bed.
“Sirius,” Remus gasped, somewhere between a plea and a demand as he gave the sheets beneath him a frustrated tug. “Please.”
“I think I could come from watching you like this,” Sirius murmured, mesmerised by the raw lust on Remus’ face as he scissored his fingers again. “You look fucking amazing on my fingers.”
“Would look better on your cock,” Remus grit out between clenched teeth. “Sirius…”
“Yeah,” Sirius agreed, and he forced himself to pull his fingers out.
Remus whined as he was left empty, and it took most of Sirius’ self-control to focus on the task at hand as he sloppily slicked himself up.
“You okay?” he asked as he positioned himself, carefully lifting Remus’ other leg up so that it could bend at the knee.
“Sirius,” Remus’ voice was somewhere in between a growl and a whine. “I swear to God if you don’t–“
The rest of the sentence disappeared into a moan as Sirius thrust forward. He couldn’t help the smug little pull over his face as Remus moved his jaw in silence, his head thrown back and his throat exposed.
Sirius looked down between them to where he was disappearing into Remus and if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he’d seen he didn’t know what would be. He found he had trouble breathing himself with the way that Remus clamped down around him, impossibly tight.
“Fuck,” he wheezed, pushing forward until he was buried all the way to the hilt.
He stopped there for a moment, savouring the feeling of Remus around him, and he could almost feel Remus’ heartbeat through his body.
“I’m good,” grunted Remus, and he squeezed impossibly harder around Sirius who had to take a moment to focus on breathing so that he wouldn’t lose it immediately. “Move.”
Sirius did as he was told, pulling back slowly before pushing back in and the noises that came from Remus were enough to send arousal sizzling through him. He wanted to feel Remus more, wanted to kiss him, but it was too awkward with the position they were in.
Sirius leaned back slightly, still buried inside of Remus, and he gently guided Remus’ legs back onto the bed. Instead he urged Remus to sit up, and it took a bit of manoeuvring until they found a position that worked for them. Sirius managed to sit up on his knees, grabbing Remus’ arse as he hauled him up into his lap, letting Remus sink down on his cock.
As soon as Remus was close enough, he surged for Sirius’ mouth, kissing him as if he was drowning and Sirius was the only one who could save him. Remus looped both of his arms around Sirius’ neck to keep himself upright, while Sirius slipped his own hands to the small of Remus’ back to support him.
At first their movements were a little awkward, but it didn’t take them long to find a pace. It wasn’t the railing that Remus had talked about, the position didn’t allow for it, but they could still find a decent rhythm. The position made Sirius sink even deeper into Remus, the other man panting little moans into Sirius’ mouth with each thrust.
Remus’ cock was trapped between them, rubbing against Sirius’ belly and smearing precum, but it didn’t matter. Sirius felt the sweat break out over Remus’ back and he probably felt equally sticky, the scent of Remus, of sex, of the two of them together hung heavily in the air around them.
It was intoxicating, feeling Remus bounce in his lap, feeling his nails scrape over Sirius’ back. When kissing became too difficult and Remus threw his head back again, his lean neck and smooth skin were too inviting. Sirius trailed his mouth down his jaw, his throat, and he bit down at the base of Remus’ neck, making the other man groan deeply.
It was lucky he wasn’t a teenager still, because Sirius was fairly sure he could have come from that sound alone. He wasn’t far off even now, the pressure building steadily inside of him. He knew he didn’t have long, and by the increasingly desperate little gasps coming from Remus, his husband wasn’t far off either.
He pushed a hand between them, curling his fingers around Remus’ cock again and he didn’t even have to stroke him. Remus pushed into his hand on every upward movement, then he sunk back onto Sirius’ dick with a delightful little gasp. Sirius squeezed around him, twisting the grip slightly and then suddenly Remus came.
Sirius didn’t manage more than a few more thrusts, Remus’ noises and the way his body convulsed on top of Sirius were enough to send him over the edge as well. He continued to milk Remus while he shifted his free hand to Remus’ hip to hold him in place as he jerked his hips one last time to bury himself as deep as he could.
He bit down on Remus’ shoulder to muffle his own cry, stars exploding behind his eyelids as climax hit him like a freight train. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, and Sirius found himself clinging to Remus, unwilling to let him go. He blinked his eyes open, not until then realising that he had even closed them, but he didn’t move more than that until Remus eventually grunted.
“Sensitive,” he mumbled, gently disentangling himself and he hissed lowly as Sirius slipped out of him.
Sirius wanted to reach for him, wanted to keep him close, wanted to stay inside of him forever and there was a sudden wave of desperation surging through him as Remus moved away.
“C’mon,” Remus said gently, as if he could read Sirius’ mind, carefully pulling him down onto the bed next to him, wrapping his arms around him. “That was– that was amazing.”
Sirius hummed in agreement as he stretched out on the bed next to Remus. They stayed like that for a while, breathing, basking in the afterglow and just enjoying being close to each other.
“Should clean up,” Sirius mumbled after a while, trying to get his sluggish limbs to cooperate with him but his whole body felt hopelessly heavy.
“Yeah,” Remus agreed, but he didn’t make any move to get up.
They remained in bed for a while longer, until Remus suddenly pulled away and sat up.
“No,” Sirius grunted in protest, but Remus merely smiled at his, pressing his index finger over Sirius’ mouth to silence him.
“Stay here,” he ordered, ducking his head to kiss him and Sirius didn’t think he could possibly disobey even if he had wanted to.
He turned his head to see Remus walk into the bathroom, naked and glorious, and his dick did a valiant little twitch as Sirius realised that this was his life now. This could be every day. Well, maybe not every day at their age, but it could be often. It could be the rest of his life.
The thought was dizzying and he was still reeling from it when he heard the tap running in the bathroom. Remus returned a few moments later, stopping at Sirius’ side of the bed and he held his hand out for him to take.
Sirius allowed for himself to pulled up into standing, and Remus led him into the bathroom. He shouldn’t be surprised that Remus had run a bath, Sirius knew that he was obsessed with the tub.
“Come on,” Remus said gently, stepping into the tub and sinking down so that he could sit with his back against the side opposite the taps. He gestured for Sirius to follow him and he definitely didn’t need to be asked twice as he joined his husband in the bath.
It wasn’t the first time that he was grateful that he had been talked into getting this ridiculously large tub, and the fact that it could easily fit two grown men of their sizes was a definite plus. He hissed a little as the hot water engulfed him, and he allowed Remus to move him as he wanted. He settled between Remus’ legs, his own stretched out in front of him as well, and sunk back against Remus’ chest. He felt Remus’ arms slip around him to keep him in place, Remus’ lips brushing lightly against the back of his neck.
“This is good,” Remus murmured against his skin, his tongue lapping away some water that had collected below Sirius’ ear. “This is… perfect.”
“Yeah,” Sirius agreed with an exhale. “Couldn’t ask for more.”
They stayed like that until the water grew cold around them, Remus’ fingers absently tracing patterns up and down Sirius’ arm underneath the surface of the water. Sirius thought he could fall asleep like that, with Remus’ heart beating steadily in his chest, his breathing soft and stable against the back of Sirius’ head.
“Okay,” Remus said eventually, once the water was slightly too cold to be comfortable, gently nudging Sirius. “I need to move or my knee is going to act up and that won’t make anyone happy.”
“Shit, yes, of course,” Sirius said hurriedly, shifting forward slightly so that Remus could get up.
He turned his head to watch as Remus stepped out of the tub, the water sloshing dangerously and trickles of it clinging to Remus’ skin. Sirius wanted to lick the drops from his skin, wanted to trace his tongue over every inch of Remus’ body.
He watched as Remus stepped into the shower, taking his time to lather himself up, wash his hair. He watched as Remus’ hands slid over his own skin, washing himself, and Sirius’ hands itched to touch him. He wanted to do that, too. He wanted to massage shampoo into Remus’ curls, wanted to wash his hair and feel every inch of him. He wanted to, but he was just so tired.
That was okay though, because they weren’t in a hurry. Remus wasn’t going anywhere. His husband wasn’t going anywhere. They had all the time in the world. Sirius could spend weeks, months, years exploring Remus and to find out exactly how to make him scream or cry or come. Or maybe all three.
“What are you thinking about?” Remus asked, amusement hinting in his eyes as he dried himself off, and Sirius flushed.
“Just– that I’m happy,” he replied, then he rolled his eyes at himself because he sounded like an idiot. “I was just thinking that… we’re not in a rush. I feel like– these past five weeks– everything’s been so… rushed. And I just realised that we’re not in a hurry anymore. We’ve got time.”
Remus didn’t reply straight away, he watched him thoughtfully for a moment before he nodded with a small smile.
“Yeah, that’s– you’re right. It’s nice.”
Sirius pushed himself out of the tub, making his way to the shower to wash himself off the same way that Remus had done. He was aware of his husband watching, and perhaps he was showing off just a little bit as he stepped back out and dried himself off with the towel that Remus handed him.
They got ready for bed together, and Sirius was once again struck with how natural it felt. Even though Remus had only been a part of his life for five weeks, the two nights they had spent apart had made it very clear to Sirius that Remus was a part of him now, and there was no changing that.
He didn’t want to change that.
When they crawled into bed together, Sirius thought it felt like home. It felt right, to have the weight of Remus next to him, to feel the warmth of his body. He shifted closer, pressing his face against the crook of Remus’ neck and nosing along his skin, drinking in his scent.
“I still have to go back to Brighton tomorrow,” Remus spoke into the darkness, and Sirius pulled him closer, tightening the hold he had on his husband.
“I know,” he said, his voice muffled against Remus’ shoulder. “But you’ll be back.”
“I will,” murmured Remus, his voice a low rumble and Sirius nodded even though Remus couldn’t see him. “But we still have a lot of things to figure out.”
Sirius lifted his head a little so that he could look at Remus’ face. His husband turned his head so that they were facing each other, his eyes glinting in the little light that shone down on them from the moon through the skylight.
“I know,” Sirius agreed quietly, warmth spreading through him, and it settled like a comfortable weight inside of him. “But we’ve got a lifetime to do it.”
Remus smiled, a slow and genuine thing as he exhaled a soft breath.
“Yeah,” he said, reaching up to push a strand of hair from Sirius’ face before pulling him close, mumbling against his lips. “We’ve got a lifetime.”