A/N:

Plot is the only thing that's mine. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling. Lemony goodness!


Remus lay in his bed, gazing up at his deep red bed-curtains strung across the rail around his bed. Any minute now Sirius would be crawling through them, super-quiet, so as not to wake the others and alert them to their secret.

He rolled over, grinning into his pillow. He'd been so ecstatic when he'd found out that Sirius returned his love; but they knew they couldn't tell James and Peter. They might not understand.

He thought again about how Sirius had kissed him, and he could not hold back a giggle, which he tried to muffle in his duvet.

"What are you giggling about?" A sensual murmur broke through the darkness, followed by a warm hand that trailed gently over a scar along his side. Remus shivered.

"Oh… Nothing." Remus smiled, reaching up to hook a hand behind Sirius' neck, pulling him down to brush a chaste kiss along his bottom lip. Sirius moaned just slightly, whispering a silencing charm around Remus' mouth, before shifting to hover over him, planting a knee between his legs. Remus gasped at the friction, bucking his hips in arousal, then blushing at his unreigned enthusiasm.

Sirius melted at the slightly embarrassed look on Remus' face. He loved this vulnerable side of him that Remus only ever showed to him during these intimate moments. They only made him love him even more.

Sirius leaned down, kissing and suckling gently along Remus' jaw line, gently thrusting his hips slowly against the werewolf's rapidly growing arousal, drawing small whimperings and half-formed affections from the tawny-haired boy.

"S-Sirius… Please…" Remus bucked upwards, increasing the friction, making them both gasp. "Merlin, I want you…" Remus slid his hands up under Sirius' pyjama shirt, exploring the toned muscles of his stomach under his palms. Sirius groaned, muffling the sound against the werewolf's neck. Remus pulled the black-haired boy's mouth against his, sliding his tongue past his kiss-swollen lips, duelling for dominance. Fingers fumbled through button-hooks, until fabric was ripped over rippling shoulders, quickly disposed of.

"P-Pads… More…"

"Ahhh… M-Moony… Oh Merlin…"

They clung desperately together, mouths clumsier as their arousal heightened, hips writhing in uncontrolled want, rolling against each other's. Sirius slid away the loose trousers separating him from Remus' gorgeous body, Remus doing the same for Sirius. They paused, gazing at each other's bodies in wonder, their faces flushed with arousal.

"You ready babe?" Sirius whispered, and the tawny-haired boy shivered.

"Yes… Hurry!"

Lowering himself on top on Remus, Sirius pressed their aching erections together, both moaning at the contact. He began thrusting; harder and harder, bodies slippery with sweat, until, face pressed into the crook of Remus' shoulder, Sirius came, smooth and sticky, up over Remus' stomach, him following soon after.

Gasping, exhausted, Sirius rolled off of Remus, snuggling against his side. He planted a weary, open-mouthed kiss on the side of Remus' neck.

"Goodnight, Moony, love."

"Goodnight Pads."