They kept the lights dimmed low enough to cast stoic shadows on the walls, and covered themselves in false modesty, blushing and fearful.
It wasn't the way it should have been, a touch too hard and he cried out but a touch too soft and he lay dormant, sort of half smiling but still nervous.
It was infuriating to be middle-aged and have to learn how to go to bed to someone all over again, sex was hardly joyful when you had the full repertoire of a teenage boy in his first fumbling and your partner just lay there vaguely smiling.
Sirius muttered under his breath and the room was bathed in light, he sat up and angrily rolled off his placid companion.
"Bloody hell Remus, do something!"
Remus sat up, looking decidedly neat and tidy which only infuriated Sirius all the more.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Talk to me, tell me what you want."
Remus blushed and gathered the bedcovers around himself, obviously embarrassed by the idea.
"I don't think I can do dirty talk…" he began and Sirius threw his hands up in the air in frustration, turned and kissed Remus roughly, ignoring Remus's muffled squeak of surprise.
"I don't mean that you daft twit, just tell me where to touch you."
Remus pointedly lifted the bedcovers. "Down there's a good start," he said dryly, "Really Sirius what's wrong with you?"
Now it was Sirius's turn to blush and look very hard at a spot of damp on the ceiling where the roof leaked during storms.
"Sirius?"
"Don't remember." He muttered to the damp patch.
"What don't you remember?"
"You, this, us – I can't remember what you liked."
Remus's warm breath gusted over his ear and the other man placed a kiss on his neck.
"I liked being with you."
"I gathered that." Sirius said, still not looking at Remus.
"We don't have to do this now," Remus offered "I can wait until your ready."
"I am ready!" Sirius said, waving his hands around "Its just you'll have to help me, I want it to be good."
Remus nodded and kissed him softly "I'll help, don't worry; and maybe this time I can train you out of doing that thing with your teeth."
"What thing with my teeth?"