This was a brain fart. I didn't know where it came from.
***
Sirius was lying down on his stomach. Taking interest in the new book his husband bought. To the point both their bookmarks raced to reach the back cover.
He flips the page, completely immersed in the storyline. Not realizing that Remus was watching him fondly from where he entered the living room.
While Remus appreciated Sirius' willingness to involve himself in his hobbies, he's quite annoyed that Sirius' attention is divided between a bloody book and his own husband. He's also eyeing how nice Sirius looked in shorts.
Sirius lets out a soft "oof" when he feels Remus lie on top of him. Acting like a weighted blanket.
"Hello Wolfy." Sirius reaches behind him to ruffle the brown hair.
His reply came in a low humm. Sirius could feel glasses' frames dig into his lowerback. But just as Sirius was about to tell him off about it, Remus rests his head lower and lower until..
"My ass ? Really ?"
Remus smushes his cheek on the soft flesh. "I would swim the Pacific Ocean for a piece of this cake."
Sirius snorts. "You're so weird !"
Remus knows Sirius doesn't mind. It's one of their trades, if you will. Sirius gets a self-heating blanket while Remus gets a really nice, fluffy pancake like pillow. They complete each other well.
Remus laments how Sirius is created this way. It's like heaven saw the mess they've created in Remus and decided to fix it by sending Sirius in his life. Afterall, the man was beautiful inside and out.
Hearing that, Sirius chuckles. "Sleeping on my ass had you seeing God ?"
"Yes. The sky opened, angels sang and Bowie came down and told me to wife you up."
Sirius had no choice but to close the book. He couldn't possibly read in this circumstance anyway. Not when Remus is touchy and cuddly.
"Come up, it's my turn."
Remus was more than confused. What does he mean by that ? But he follows anyway. Albeit begrudgingly letting his favourite pillow go.
The werewolf worms his way, pushing himself up to give Sirius a backhug. The floor isn't exactly comfortable but burying his face into Sirius' nape made it all worth it. However, the position didn't last long. Sirius turns around in Remus' arms.
"Wha- oh."
Remus thought the smaller wanted to say something. Instead of speaking, Sirius smashes his face into his chest. Just as he did moments ago.
"H-hey ! What are you even burrowing in for ? There's nothing there!" Remus cringes inwards as Sirius kept nuzzling in.
"Stay still ! It's warm." The smaller mumbles.
***
Well, that day certainly answers a question.
"Are you an ass person or a boob person ?"
Remus looks at Sirius while the other does the same. In a split second, they return their gaze in a certain answer.
"Boob-"
"Ass-"
