AFTER 8 PM
This was wrong. This was so very, very wrong, and even in his drunken state Sirius could tell. Lucius was too close, was pressing up against him and it felt invasive, not at all like with Remus, and he needed to get out.
He began to pull away, spotting a break in the pulsing throng of students, not listening to a word that came out of that silken mouth, when Lucius' fingers found the base of Sirius' scalp. All of a sudden he felt good. Really, really good. Every inch of him began to relax, and he smiled sloppily. Lucius was... He was gorgeous. His hair, his lips, fuck, Sirius had never wanted anyone as badly in his entire life.
Sirius leaned into him now, letting his hands play across the broad expanse of back, and laughed.