Remus blinked a few times in a poor attempt to get him fully operational. Behind him, the coffee maker gurgles and bubbles. It should only take a few more minutes, judging by the lovely scent filling the room.
He rubs his eyes then ruffles his hair and when Remus thought he'd regained his spirits, his sore jaw opens for a huge yawn. Lucky for him, he'd already brushed his teeth because a yawn that bombastic with morning breath would've deactivated his sense of smell for good.
A little schnick of the coffee maker tells him his brown energy liquid is finally consumable. Remus takes his Bowie mug and pours some in. Then he reaches for Sirius' Yoda mug. (He was reminded of Kreacher each time he drinks but it's a sweet gift from Harry so he shuts up and drinks from The Yoda Cup)
Opening his mouth, the soreness sears through his jaw. Remus felt like an under-oiled machine with his creaky joints. Why sore ? You can ask Sirius that when he wakes. He'd know all about it wink.
Remus contemplated on waking Sirius himself. The Black would probably appreciate breakfast in such a peaceful morning. At the same time, Sirius looked so comfortable snuggled under the blankets.
He didn't have to think anymore because emerging from the hallway is a shirtless, grumpy Sirius.
"Remus John Lupin !"
Remus smirks into his cup, sipping the last of his drink. Sirius always calls his middle name when he's going to nag at him.
"My back is sore !" He complains.
The werewolf sets his empty cup down to receive an incoming Sirius in his arms.
"Not trying to sound like I told you but I did say to stop after the 3rd round."
Remus strokes his long hair, untangling the strands as he goes. Sometimes he'd land a kiss on his crown for added effect.
"Worth it though." A tiny voice says. "I thought I ascended or something."
Sirius pulls away and smacks his chest. "But that doesn't mean my hips doesn't hurt ! Who told you to go that hard ?"
Remus pretended to think. "Uh... you did."
The grey eyes looks away in defeat, lips pushing forward annoyedly. "Damn it Sirius."
Sirius leans his back on Remus' chest as they both faced the open window. While the smaller enjoys his cup of caffeine liquid, Remus' hands travel lower and lower.
"Hey. Don't do anything funky." Sirius grumbles into his cup.
Remus chuckles, driving his thumbs into the soft hips. "I'm not. Just fixing the damage."
From behind, he's enjoying the view very much. The hickeys mixed with Sirius' tattoos were magic on its own. Remus takes in every detail. From his nape to his shoulder blades to the length of his back to his venus dimples and finally the waistband of his sweatpants, where his hands were massaging.
"Do you know why these are called Venus Dimples ?" Remus murmured against Sirius' neck.
His thumbs press on the dents. After the initial pressure, he moves it in circles. Sirius is definitely enjoying it. As soon as he felt Remus' hands on his back, his eye lids fluttered shut. He humms a floaty reply.
"Back in ancient Rome, they think these dimples were a sign of beauty." Remus kisses his bare shoulder.
"Then they thought it brought luck." Another kiss, this time up on his nape.
"And.. fertility." Remus laughs a little before sliding his lips to the side of Sirius' neck.
"Re.. THAT is called doing something funky." The smaller sighs, leaning his head completely on Remus' shoulder.
Remus' massages were like chocolate in the middle of summer. Sirius melts completely into his body.
"Here let me put Master Yoda away before you drop him." Remus plucks the cup, setting it on the counter behind him.
"Your fingers are magic." Sirius says.
He turns around in Remus' arms, pressing his cheek on his chest. The werewolf doesn't stop the massages. This time continuing to his waist and his upper back.
Remus kisses his temple from time to time. Sirius' humming (purring) became background music to their little aftercare session.
"Do you want me to massage you too ?" Sirius asks, looking up to him.
"As much as I appreciate it, I don't think I'll make it."
Sirius' face contorts itu confusion. "Make it ? It's not like I'm gonna break your bones or something."
"Maybe not. But I don't have the same self restraint." Remus whispers to Sirius' ear.
"Imagining you touching me.." He groans. "THAT will make me do something funky."
Sirius rolls his eyes. "I promise I'll actually massage you and not accidentally trip and suck you off."
Remus snorted so loud, Sirius wheezed. They shake laughing at the sheer stupidity of his statement.
Looking down at Sirius' happy face made sunny daisies bloom in Remus' sight. He's so cute, his mind thought. Without further ado, he squishes Sirius' face and coos hard.
"You're so HHHHHH ! Then you make me think of OTHER things but THEN you make me want to wrap you in a blanket." He gushes.
Sirius preens, loving the attention. "You're cuter... when you aren't busting my spine !"
Remus smirks. Well, he could be cute but with a boyfriend like Sirius ? That might be a tall order.
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Let's be real, Remus kept apologizing post fuck for being rough cus he's a huge sweetheart like that. Meanwhile Sirius is all "No, no break it. Just break it. it's fine!"
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I felt the need to specify what i meant by Yoda cup
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