Godric on a bloody bicycle. His hands felt amazing. To keep from falling over, Sirius leaned back against the wall and watched Remus drop to his knees.
"You all right?" Sirius wasn't so far gone to not notice Remus was in pain. He almost knelt down himself, but then Remus's hands were at work, shoving down his clothes in one fell swoop. The library's air was crisp cold, but it was quickly replaced by warmth when Remus's hand wrapped around his cock. Another moan spilled out of his mouth unbidden. Sirius couldn't help it. He was incredibly vocal.
"Whenever you're–" Sirius began, but couldn't finish when Remus's whole mouth took him in. The rest of the sentence was lost to a hiss of pleasure as he closed his eyes and twisted his fingers in Remus's hair. "Ready," he picked up somewhere. Sirius had to think really hard before it came back to him. "When you're ready for more, so am– fuck Remus your mouth feels so good. I'll be ready."