[Merlin, what is he doing. What is he doing? He's nearly married, to the love of his life, and he isn't even trying to think about her while he's locking lips with his best friend and pushing him backwards, back, further until he hits something solid.
He doesn't care what it is, just that it doesn't move and he can hold Sirius there while he tugs and what's left of his clothes to get at more of his skin.]
What-- What are we doing? [James mutters between one rushed kiss and the next, not really caring for the answer as he pushes his knee up between Sirius' thighs and slides a hand across his stomach.
What are they doing? It's what they might do in the next ten minutes that he ought to be more concerned about.]
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He doesn't care what it is, just that it doesn't move and he can hold Sirius there while he tugs and what's left of his clothes to get at more of his skin.]
What-- What are we doing? [James mutters between one rushed kiss and the next, not really caring for the answer as he pushes his knee up between Sirius' thighs and slides a hand across his stomach.
What are they doing? It's what they might do in the next ten minutes that he ought to be more concerned about.]