*I do not own anything in the Potterverse*
So, basically, this is a three-shot, focusing on a few of Wolfstar's finer moments. And, here we go!
Part 1: Are you purring?
Remus Lupin would never tell anyone, but cuddling was one of his favorite pastimes. Especially if the partner was his boyfriend of four months, Sirius Black. He loved to slouch on one of the overstuffed armchairs in the Gryffindor common room with Sirius, sometimes reading, talking, or kissing. Sirius was an amazing kisser. Remus had no idea where he had gotten those skills, but he knew he never wanted to stop kissing him.
"Remus?" said boyfriend questioned, as he carded his long fingers through Remus' soft hair. Remus grunted a response, too warm and lethargic to answer properly. "Are you purring?", Sirius asked with an edge of laughter in his voice. Remus blushed furiously, hiding his face farther in Sirius' chest.
"No", he mumbled, quite embarrassed.
"You totally are! Merlin's pants, Moony. You have got to be the least scary werewolf on the planet! I mean", Sirius was finding it hard to talk through his laughter. "You like chocolate, sappy romance novels, and now, you're purring!"
"Shuddup, you", the werewolf growled, pulling his head off Sirius' chest. "I can be scary! Do you want me to be scary?"
"Nah. C'mon, Moons, I'm just messing"
"I know", Remus laid back down and cuddled closer. "Now shut up and play with my hair!"
Sirius laughed and obeyed.