sirius’ lips were pressed at the juncture of his shoulder and collarbone, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on remus’ arm.
he peeled himself off remus, after pressing a kiss to his neck, their legs still tangled, their bodies warm, and sirius reached for his jeans, discarded on the floor. he reached with two fingers for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
remus crosses his legs and looked at sirius as he flicked it open with his thumb and fiddled with the lighter, putting the cigarette between his lips as he lit it up. he took a long drag, exhaled, and, rolling on his hip, invited remus to take it; with shaking hands, he put it between his lips and inhaled.
“hey,” sirius grinned, looking at remus.
“hi,” he answered, linking their pinkies together, and putting the cigarette between sirius’ lips, who wrapped his fingers around it.
“you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“thank you,” he answered, although he didn’t exactly feel like it, “so are you.”
they sat in silence for a while, the cigarette consuming itself between his fingers.
Thinking about my 2 coworkers who have worked together for so many years that when they have heated arguments, they’ll both accidentally call each other by their ex-spouse’s names