Marauders' Sixth Year (Wolfstar, Marauders)

Secrets

Sirius felt like there were fireworks going off inside his body. Hot shivers ran all over his skin, his hot breath shaky against Remus' lips.
Remus' lips. They were so incredibly soft, warm and seemed to fit onto Sirius' perfectly.
Sirius grip slowly tightened on Remus' neck, pulling him closer as he slowly started moving his lips in perfect harmony with Remus'.
He could feel the other boy's cold finger stroking his jaw as he drew a shaky breath against Sirius' lips, slowly moving his own ones in Sirius' rhythm.

Remus' mind was racing with thoughts.
He's kissing me. He's not pushing me away...
After a few seconds they parted, their lips not even an inch apart.
„Shit..." Remus mumbled absentmindedly, a small grin forming on his lips as he locked eyes with Sirius who was taking deep breaths.

„Well, that's not at all like you to say such things." Sirius mumbled, a cheeky smile forming on his lips as his eyes shimmered with excitement.

The other boy's grin widened as he lowered his hands from Sirius' jaw, stroking over his chest slowly.
„Shut up." His voice was gentle and filled with genuine happiness as he slowly bit his lip before pushing his lips onto Sirius' again, who immediately returned the kiss gently and slowly.

Remus felt like the happiest person alive, his body filled with a hot, tingling feeling even though the temperatures were freezing. Unwillingly and only because he had to come up for air, he slowly parted from Sirius.
„I'm dreaming, right?" His voice was soft and quiet as he carefully caressed the other boys' cheeks.

Sirius couldn't help bit grin slightly, his breath forming clouds in the cold air. „You're not dreaming, Remus."

Remus looked into Sirius' eyes, his own ones shining with excitement but also... fear.
„Please don't tell me you're joking.
Please don't be making fun of me."

Sirius slowly pushed a strand of loose hair out of Remus' eyes, inhaling deeply. „Why would you think that? The most beautiful boy in Hogwarts is kissing me, Sirius Black. And you think I'm making fun of you?"

Remus blushed slightly but shook his head.
„I'm not beautiful. I'm a mons-" he started, but Sirius put his hand on his cheek and ran his thumb over his lips slowly.

„Don't even start this.
You're not a monster, Remus. You're wonderful.
Being a werewolf does not define you in any way. So please, don't think and talk about yourself that way." He slowly put his forehead against Remus, looking into his eyes deeply and smiling like a child.
„So...
This.. ehm.." He blushed slighty, his breath hot in the air.
„You and I... are we... like..." He swallowed a bit and bit his lower lip nervously. „A... thing?" He broke eye contact at the end.

Remus couldn't help but chuckle and grin as he watched Sirius be all awkward and shy.
„Sirius Black... Bad Boy of Hogwarts... Animagus at age 17... black sheep in his family... becomes embarrassed when asking me if we are ‚a thing'?"
He suppressed another giggle and shook his head while laughing.

Sirius blushed even harder and pushed Remus' shoulder gently, sitting on his lap. „Shut up!" He said in a playful voice, looking at him again. „So...?"

Remus stopped laughing slowly and put his hands on Sirius' hips, pulling him closer so they were chest to chest and hip to hip-which made Sirius shiver-. He placed a soft kiss on his lips and smiled gently „I would love for us to be a thing..."

Sirius was beaming at him and pulling him into a tight hug and burying his face in Remus' shoulder. He inhaled deeply and signed happily. „Are we gonna tell Peter and James?
James sort of knows that... you know... I... ehm..." He cleared his throat, his head still on Remus' shoulder so he could look out the window above them. „That I... like you... a lot." He gulped a bit and felt his face become hot.