[Every passing second stretches out until each one feels like an hour, and it isn't long at all before Remus feels himself relaxing, melting into Sirius, letting Pads pull him closer, letting the frantic worrying in his brain be replaced by the fact that he's doing this and he isn't dying and it's nice and neither one of them is angry or upset by this.
And—seven hells, Sirius is moaning and that's his tongue brushing against Remus's mouth, isn't it. Fuck. Remus gasps for air and his lips part and he's very glad he's had time to brush up on his snogging because he'd hate for this to be even more awkward than it needs to be.]
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And—seven hells, Sirius is moaning and that's his tongue brushing against Remus's mouth, isn't it. Fuck. Remus gasps for air and his lips part and he's very glad he's had time to brush up on his snogging because he'd hate for this to be even more awkward than it needs to be.]