Chocolate Kisses
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rated: PG for kissing
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. sigh
Summary: Sirius can't help but stare.
A/N: just a drabble, written for sheafrotherdon's kissing challenge
Chocolate Kisses
Sirius can't help but stare. He can't keep himself from following, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, the path of the dark chocolate truffle as it travels from the half-full box to full, swollen lips and disappears. Remus tips his head back slightly as he takes in the chocolate and closes his eyes sensuously, as though the flavour is like sex melting in his mouth. Sirius watches the line of his throat contract as he swallows, and finds himself suppressing a moan as Remus carefully, systematically, licks the chocolate stains from his fingers, eyes still closed in near-orgasmic pleasure.
There's a smudge of melted chocolate at the corner of Remus' mouth, and at first, Sirius thinks he will lick it away, darting out that pink tongue of his to swipe the bit of confection from his lips, but Remus instead opens his eyes lazily and looks back at Sirius, smiling softly.
"Padfoot?" he says, as Sirius' eyes dart from Remus' to that tiny smudge, and Sirius shivers at the sound of his own name.
"You okay, Padfoot?" He says again, at the predatory look in his eyes.
"Moony." Sirius breathes, barely audible, and moves closer, breath ghosting across Remus' nose, tickling his cheek. Remus doesn't move, and instead looks at the other boy quizzically. Sirius' eyes glance once more down to those lips and he slowly, so slowly Remus almost doesn't realize it, leans in, and presses a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, removing the smudge of chocolate with a flick of his tongue. Remus' eyes go wide, but Sirius presses on, taking Remus' lips with his, kissing softly, sucking his lower lip into his mouth until Remus responds, moving against him, threading a hand in Sirius' hair as their tongues meet. He tastes like chocolate, Sirius thinks, and wonders why he is surprised. Chocolate and cinnamon and something else, something that makes him think of sex and heat and home, and that is all Sirius needs. He pulls back after an eternity of tasting Moony and grins, out of breath.
Remus touches a hand to his kiss-swollen lips in wonder. "Why?" he asks, and only half-expects an answer.
The other boy grins and leans in again, mumbling, "You missed a spot," against his lips.
Fin
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