Are you fucking Sirius? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beingsirius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Sirius rather decided that he liked the liquor -- it was very sweet but also light, not so cloying that it stuck to his tongue and made him regret any of his life choices leading up to this moment. No, it was fairly mellow and he could see the both of them finishing the bottle off without problem or complaint. And wouldn't that be fun?
More fun yet, Sirius thought, after he took the bottle and took another drink - a swig instead of a sip -- was what Remus might taste like past the liquor. Sirius had always wondered, sometimes rather intensely. It'd taken up daydreams and late nights alone.
It was probably about time he found out. More than. He glanced up at the stars for a second, let out a huff of a laugh, mostly at himself because he'd never treated kissing so seriously before in his life, and he'd done plenty enough of it. But not with Remus, who mattered. That's what made it important.
"Hey," he said, when he looked back over and found Remus staring at him. He didn't know why, he just loved that sort of thing, when the whole of Remus' attention was on him. "C'mere." But he didn't wait anyway, he only curled in closer until he could get in close enough for a kiss.