[Listen, mate, being in time out and detention or whatever the fuck this is is way less fun without you. Why d'you have to be so good at playing the golden boy?
James looks.... well, like a bloody snack, really. But he also looks so confused and with his glasses all askew and his messy hair even messier it's... really cute. Sirius feels the same stupid twittery warm feeling Remus has been giving him lately.
He's about to ask what the hell James means by that when he's kissed and that sure takes priority here yes it does. Sirius kisses right back, about as clumsily, but with a purpose toward finding some measure of skill, which he promptly loses to pathetic little sounds when James pulls on his hair.
His hands find James' shoulders and brace themselves there for a moment so Sirius doesn't fall over, and from there travel down his chest, searching for places where skin is exposed.]
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James looks.... well, like a bloody snack, really. But he also looks so confused and with his glasses all askew and his messy hair even messier it's... really cute. Sirius feels the same stupid twittery warm feeling Remus has been giving him lately.
He's about to ask what the hell James means by that when he's kissed and that sure takes priority here yes it does. Sirius kisses right back, about as clumsily, but with a purpose toward finding some measure of skill, which he promptly loses to pathetic little sounds when James pulls on his hair.
His hands find James' shoulders and brace themselves there for a moment so Sirius doesn't fall over, and from there travel down his chest, searching for places where skin is exposed.]