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Sirius trudges through the threshold of his and Remus's home, breathing in the comforting scent of chamomile tea, cat litter, and a fancy candle that Lily had gifted Remus for his birthday. He takes care to place his boots carefully in the shoe rack by the door and his coat on its designated hook. Sirius looks in the mirror as he fluffs his hair that had been trapped under his hood--he'd have to remember to bring a brolly the next time it rained.
Sirius grins at his reflection, celebrating his victory of the evening: he'd managed to secure a spot at a well-known gallery. It wasn't the first time his work had been displayed, but having his art be recognised in a real gallery with proper lighting and sparkling wine was a far cry from the dingy basement shows that he had started out in.
Sirius couldn't wait to tell Remus the great news, but the other man was probably asleep after a long day of teaching. Sirius strolls into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and can't help a small smile at a plate of lasagna waiting for him. Remus was the most thoughtful person Sirius had ever met. He always supported Sirius's dreams of being an artist, and had patiently waited and supported him for years as his career slowly grew. And now, with this gallery position, Sirius hopes to finally make a living in what he loves doing. In time, He and Remus would be able to move into a bigger flat, buy the slightly more expensive supermarket wine, and even think about starting a family.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius sees an unruly mop of honey-brown hair shift on the sofa. Of course Remus had--or at least tried to--stay up and wait for the news about the gallery. He walks over to their lounge, chuckling at the sight of his partner snoring away with their cat, Misty, purring in his lap and licking at her paws. Around him on the sofa are piles and piles of papers, and a red biro dangles from Remus's fingers even in his sleep. A half-eaten plate of his own cold lasagna sits forgotten on the side-table along with a stale mug of tea. Remus looks so peaceful asleep, with a relaxed expression and his lanky limbs taking up the whole sofa. Sirius knows that he'll complain like hell about his sore hips the next morning, but he can't bring himself to wake up his partner when he's resting so serenely. Sirius gives Misty a pet under her chin, then leans down to give Remus a kiss on the forehead above the glasses he had fallen asleep in.
"Goodnight, darling," Sirius whispers with a smile. He begins to pull away but a gentle hand on his wrist stops him. Remus blearily opens his eyes and blinks a few times, then sits up and shuffles himself and the papers a bit to make room for Sirius on the sofa. Misty makes an annoyed sound at being moved around on her human pillow and jumps off Remus's lap, slinking away to another comfortable corner of the flat.
"How'd the gallery meeting go, Pads?" Remus asks, still holding Sirius's hand and tracing small circles around his knuckles with his thumb. Sirius sits down next to him so they're touching from shoulder to leg.
"I got it, Remus! My exhibition opens next month."
"That's amazing, sweetheart. You've worked so hard for this and I'm so proud of you." Remus opens his arms and Sirius falls into the embrace, nuzzling his face into the wool of Remus's jumper and grinning against his chest.
"Thanks. But it's late, Remus, and you're tired. Let's go to bed. I'll tell you everything in the morning."
"Not anymore! I want to hear all about it. I love it when you talk about your work." Sirius smiles at the generosity of his partner, and looks up to see Remus grinning back at him. His heart warms because he loves that him and Remus share in everything. They tell each other about the good and the bad and are always there for each other, no matter what. Now, he shares about the amazing success of his meeting with the gallerist, his ideas for the placement of his art, and what this means for the future of his career. As he talks, Remus peppers Sirius's face with kisses and one of his hands rubs his lower back comfortingly.
"I'm so happy for you, Sirius. This is one of your biggest dreams, and you're finally getting recognised for the amazing artist that you are." Sirius can't help but kiss his partner at these words--he loves Remus and his support so much, and needs to let him know in a way that transcends words. He can feel him smile against the kiss before he deepens it and is pulled into straddling Remus's lap. Sirius is lost in the gentle kissing and grinding of their hips before Remus pulls away slightly, and whispers into his ear, "Please, baby. Let me show you how much I love you. How proud I am of you."
"Of course, Moony. Anything you want," he breathes back. He allows Remus to guide him into standing up, then he's pecked one more time on the lips before being spun around by the hips and bent over the arm of the sofa. Sirius gasps with the sudden movement, surprised that his quiet, sleepy Remus had suddenly so much appetite for intimacy.
"You're so talented, sweetheart. So beautiful." Remus kisses the back of Sirius's neck while lifting his shirt up. He only breaks it to remove Sirius's shirt all the way, and tosses it to some corner of the room. He does the same to Sirius's trousers and pants before beginning to mouth his way down Sirius's spine, his large hands holding him in place by the waist as he squirms from the touch. Remus drops to his knees as his mouth reaches Sirius's lower back, and he begins to rub Sirius's arsecheeks with his large hands soothingly. He licks teasingly into the top of Sirius's crack, chuckling when he squeals with surprise.
"Moony, please--"
"Be patient, baby. Just let me admire you for a bit. You're gorgeous." With that, Sirius can feel Remus take one cheek in each hand and slowly spread Sirius open. Sirius can't help but gasp and has to see what Remus's reaction is, how he's affected by him. He isn't disappointed when he looks back and is greeted with the sight of Remus's golden eyes swallowed by his large black pupils, staring directly at his hole.
"You have such a pretty little hole, baby. Look how tight it is for me," says Remus as he drags a dry thumb over Sirius's rim. Sirius exhales shakily and readjusts his white-knuckle grip on the sofa cushions, trying to maintain some composure. He knows it won't last long, and Remus seems to know too because he doesn't waste any more time licking a stripe over his hole.
Sirius can't help the deep moan that escapes from his chest as Remus reaches a hand in front of Sirius and begins to pump his cock in time with the kitten licks over his hole. His body can't seem to decide if it craves the agonising tightness of Remus's fist or the rough feel of his tongue teasing him, and he grinds back and forth until Remus--the bastard--decides he's squirming too much and releases his grip on Sirius's cock to hold both of his hands together on his back. Remus uses the leverage to bend Sirius even further over the arm of the sofa, slightly changing the angle to give him better access. Sirius's tip-toes slip against the floor as Remus points his tongue and begins to breach Sirius.
He can't help but moan loudly at that, and Remus begins to fully eat him out with gusto, all but making out with his hole. Sirius is overwhelmed by the feel of Remus's tongue on his inner walls, and the absolute love and care he can feel with every movement, every gentle touch on his skin, and the words he feels murmured against his body. He lets out another whine and can feel his thighs shaking with strain as Remus adds a finger alongside his tongue, now trying to intentionally reach Sirius's prostate. He does just that, and Sirius screams with pleasure and sees stars on the inside of his eyelids as Remus's talented fingers ever-so-slightly brush that spot inside of him.
Suddenly, Remus pulls away and his fingers slip from Sirius. He whines and turns around with a furious glare, but his gaze softens immediately when he sees Remus's glasses pushed to the top of his head instead of taken off, and spit shinning on his chin before he wipes it off with the back of his hand. Sirius finds it so endearing that he's almost distracted from the loss of Remus's fingers.
"What the fuck, Lupin?"
Remus pats the back of his thigh in apology and his knees creak as he gets to his feet. "Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't really think this through--there's no lube down here. I'll be back in a sec." He nearly trips over his own long legs running up the stairs and Sirius can hear him rummaging around in their bedroom and stubbing his toe with a muffled curse.
Sirius can't help it--he begins to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He's still arse-up over the sofa, rock-hard, and can feel Remus's spit begin to trickle down his inner thighs as he clomps down the stairs. He raises an eyebrow as Remus squirts a dollop of lube onto his palm and throws the bottle carelessly behind him. Thankfully, he doesn't hesitate to return to the position he was in and begins peppering Sirius's arsecheeks with apologetic kisses.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he says, but Sirius can feel the smile on his lips.
"I guess you'll have to make it up--"
Sirius is cut off by his own moan as Remus returns his fingers to his hole, stretching and scissoring with real purpose this time. His mouth is still on Sirius, kissing and biting his arsecheeks as Sirius grinds helplessly into the couch. After what seems like ages of prepping, Sirius has had enough. He reaches behind himself and pulls Remus off forcefully by the hair.
"I swear to god, Moony. Just fuck me already."
Remus hums. "I'm doing something wrong if you're still able to talk in complete sentences, Pads."
Sirius rolls his eyes but gets to his feet shakily, pulling Remus into a kiss. The arsehole still has all his clothes on, but his hair is considerably ruffled (even more than before) and an appreciable bulge is visible in his corduroys. Sirius tugs impatiently on the hem of his jumper, and Remus seems to get the message and lifts it over his head with his shirt, then drops his trousers and pants. Even after all these years, Sirius's mouth waters at the sight of Remus's large, hard cock--he can't wait to have it inside of him. Remus reaches to remove the glasses still sitting on the top of his head, but Sirius stops him with a forceful hand, shoving them back down on his nose.
Sirius, having not nearly as much patience as Remus, spins him around and pushes him onto the couch so he lands on his back. Sirius wastes no time climbing on top of him, then reaches behind himself to position Remus's cock to his hole and starts sinking down slowly. He sighs happily has Remus's hands settle on his sides, rubbing his hipbones soothingly. He can feel every inch of Remus's fat cock splitting him open, even after all that prep.
Remus exhales a shaky breath as Sirius bottoms out, and continues to rub up and down his sides as Sirius takes a second to get used to the stretch, moving his hips in slow circles. Not wanting to waste another second, he lifts himself up until the tip of Remus's cock catches on his rim, then drops back down with a wanton moan. Sirius moves his hands to Remus's chest for leverage, and starts to ride him earnestly while Remus stares up at him with hooded eyes. Sirius is lost in the satisfying burn starting to form in his thighs, the sweet pleasure of Remus's cock brushing his prostate with every push, and the maddening grip of his hands on his waist, guiding him up and down and forcing him to keep a fast pace.
Remus must be able to tell how close he is by the rhythmic clenching around his cock, and takes mercy on Sirius's aching thighs and panted moans by flipping them over with a dexterity he somehow only possesses during sex. Sirius lands with a grunt on his back and Remus immediately pushes one of his legs up and begins thrusting eagerly into him. Sirius's hands scrabble around his neck, holding on for dear life as Remus fucks him fervently.
Sirius is overwhelmed by the sensation of the new angle on his prostate and comes untouched with a harsh cry, shooting come all over his and Remus's chests. Remus comes immediately following him with a small grunt, and Sirius is immensely pleased by the feeling of his warm come filling up his hole.
He lowers his leg as Remus gently slumps against him with his face in Sirius's neck. He reaches out a hand to start playing with Remus's slightly-overgrown curls, and feels him hum in acknowledgement against his chest. Sirius loves feeling of closeness that he and Remus share after sex--it's an intimacy that he absolutely revels in, just another way that they are connected in the life that they share in, an experience that he holds so much comfort in.
"I love you so much, Moony," Sirius whispers.
"Love you too, sweetheart."