Panting, they clung onto each other, Sirius wrapping his arms tight around Remus who, although appreciative of the Animagus’ enthusiasm, was slowly turning blue as his air supply was cut off by the strong arms.
‘You’re…killing me…S…Sirius…’ he stuttered breathlessly and Sirius giggled.
‘Squeeze me tighter, Moony, and we‘ll die together like that lot in that Shakey bloke‘s play.'
‘Sh…ake…speare,' Remus corrected, unable to help himself even as his hands began to push at Sirius' arms. 'S…Sir…ius…’
Sirius chuckled and relinquished his iron grip on the werewolf’s body, instead rolling onto his back and tugging his boyfriend’s arm imploringly until Remus acquiesced, rolling over and spreading himself across Sirius’ well formed chest. Sirius smiled and sighed as he entwined his arms and legs with Remus’ long limbs. He had to admit it - he loved the weight of the other boy on top of him and he smiled broadly into the brown hair that tickled his nose.
Remus felt the smile and murmured, 'What are you smirking about, Padfoot?'
‘Just thinking how wrong I was,' Sirius replied and Remus' head shot up, the werewolf grinning cheekily.
‘Merlin, call the Daily Prophet, Sirius Black has admitted he got something wrong twice in one day,' he teased. 'Hang on, I’ll grab a camera so we can capture this moment…’ He made as if he was going to get out of bed and Sirius grunted, yanking him back to sprawl across his chest.
‘Wanker,' he muttered, taking the bite out of his words with a kiss on the temple.
‘You were begging for me to do that very thing not so long ago and now you hurt me by using it against me…’ Remus said, pouting and Sirius laughed.
‘Shirt lifter.'
‘Bum bandit.’
Sirius raised his eyebrows. ‘Now who’s getting literal with their insults, Moony?’ he said.
Remus laughed and Sirius couldn’t help smiling at the expression of pure happiness on the other boy’s face, knowing it was reflected on his own. It almost felt like a sin to be this joyful.
‘So?' Remus said, burrowing into Sirius' side. 'What were you wrong about this time?’
‘I think I might be a bottom,' Sirius admitted then couldn't resist teasing the other boy. 'If I was gay, that is.’
‘If you were gay?' Remus snorted into his armpit. 'I’ve never met such a flaming queer.’
‘Look in the mirror, Moonboy.’
Remus laughed and rolled over onto his side. Sirius mirrored his pose, propping himself up on an elbow as a thought hit him.
‘You know, maybe I had so much trouble calling myself gay because I’m not actually attracted to guys…’ he mused, chuckling when he saw Remus' incredulous gaze. ‘I mean, other guys. I’ve never looked at another boy and thought ‘I wish I could get me a piece of that arse’…’
‘Thank Merlin - I’d hate to think the bloke I‘m shagging would have such tacky thoughts…’ Remus said, screwing his nose up.
‘Shut up, you,' Sirius admonished, tapping Remus playfully on the wrinkled nose. 'I’m trying to be all fucking romantic and thoughtful by telling you that you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted.’
The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched and he tried to fight back his wide grin as he said, ‘Ditto, Mister Black.’
‘And I don’t want us to hide it anymore.’
