"Merlin, do we?" Remus's eyes flew to the clock, the door, then towards the bedroom. He wanted desperately to have the time to do this properly. More than that, though, he wanted to simply do this, period. There was always time later for thirds.
"Oh, sod it," Remus sighed, pushing Sirius away playfully. "Last one with their trousers on has to do the dishes."