HC: Remus wearing one of Sirius' crop tops for the day... you can write whatever you like about that ;)
oh lord this almost got super smutty.
Honestly, Sirius was a goner the second he descended the stairs for breakfast that morning.
Because there he was, innocently ready for some eggs and bacon, for the torture of classes…
And there Remus was.
Innocently ready for some eggs, for some bacon, for some torturous classes, and innocently oblivious to the fact that he had just stopped his boyfriend’s heart.
He stood by the portrait whole, biting at a scar on his finger, bag slung over his shoulder, and entire fucking well muscled torso on display for the world to see.
Sirius meant to say good morning, maybe ‘hello’, anything.
“Gofmp- um.” was all that came out.
But it was enough to make Remus look up.
The beautiful grin that made his eyes crinkle was no help to Sirius’ predicament.
He took two long strides towards Sirius and leant down to press a kiss to Sirius’ slightly open mouth.
Up close, thoughts flooded Sirius’ brain of how impossibly lean, and taller the shirt made Remus look.
“’s m’shirt…” Sirius’ eyes raked down Remus’ body.
A blush crossed Remus’ cheeks and he smiled sheepishly, “Yeah.. You don’t mind, do you?”
Sirius grumbled something about “what a stupid fucking question, Moons.” and pulled them down to the dining hall.
By first period, it was getting quite difficult for Sirius to concentrate.
By second, hard for him to remain civilized.
By third, his sanity was slipping.
By lunch, he’d had enough.
The second they’re out of the Transfiguration classroom, Sirius is grabbing Remus’ hand, pulling him down a deserted hallway and pressing him against the cool stone wall once they’re out of sight and earshot.
“Moony,” Sirius says lowly, “do you value my life?”
Remus arches an eyebrow, “Well that’s certainly not where I thought this was going-”
“Answer the question.”
“Of course I do, Pads. Wh-“
“Then why, may I ask, are you attempting to kill me?”
Remus rolled his eyes, “Hm. I don’t recall making an attempt at your lif- oh.”
Sirius had pressed their bodies together.
He’d pressed a warm hand to Remus’ bare torso, fingers fitting perfectly between his ribs where he could feel Remus’ heart speed up.
“This fucking shirt-”
The neck of it had slipped over Remus’ shoulder and Sirius leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the newly bared skin.
Once he started he couldn’t seem to stop, pressing his lips up Remus’ neck and jaw, nipping softly at his ear before continuing across his cheek to his lips,
His breath fanned across Remus’ face as he let out a huff, and whispered, “This fucking shirt will be the death of me.”
Remus brushed their lips lightly together with a slight tilt of his chin, “Then maybe you should take it off.” He whispered it back just as quietly.
With a groan, Sirius pressed their lips together, a little too hard, a little messily, a little desperately…
But Remus pressed back with equal force, hands fisting Sirius’ t-shirt to pull him closer.