This is a prologue of sorts. I want to write more for this. Like scenes from back before they got together. This scene just sort of popped up into my head. I could always picture Sirius as sort of... paranoid about positioning. XD But yes, here! 3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. :P

Sirius inhaled sharply as Remus thrust into him. It was always in the beginning of their lovemaking that he found himself pondering just about anything and everything.

Currently, he was weighing the differences between Remus being on top and him being on top.

Personally, he preferred topping. He liked the feel of control, knowing that with the tiniest touch to his timid lover's sweet spot, he had him howling for more. And goodness... those sounds were beautiful. The way that Remus' brow furrowed and his eyes were squeezed shut... But just before he came, he'd always look up into Sirius' eyes. The gesture was incredibly intimate, and only seemed to fuel his want for the smaller boy.

Oh yes... Sirius loved being on top.

And Remus had even said that he liked being a bottom...!!!!

But he also said that he liked being on top...

Oh bugger!

Damn confusing werewolf and his mood swings! He should be a damn woman!!!------ooo... oh...!

"Ahn! R-Remus!" Sirius squeezed out the words (as well as some expletives) when his lover thrust directly into the highly sensitive gland inside of him. He tried to surpress the shivers of pleasure that ran through him.
He opened his eyes (they were clenched shut before) and looked up at his typically quiet lover.

Remus was staring back at him. Amber eyes darkened and full of love. In that moment, Sirius felt his heart swell. This is why I love it when he takes me.

Remus smiled warmly at Siri and thrust into him again.

"Oh...!" Sirius' eyes shut again as the word drifted through his lips.

He had never bottomed for anyone else. He had both men and women, but he never let someone take of him like this. His thought process had always been 'use but never be used'. And he hadn't been... and deep down, Sirius knew he never would be. He loved the way that Moony took him, slow and gentle... As if he'd break if Remus thrust too hard. (Sirius found that particularly ironic. Seeing as how his lover turned into a bloodthirsty werewolf once a month)

At first, they had a few shags, Sirius always on top. And whenever sweet, timid Remus asked to top, Sirius'd make some elaborate excuse up and run away.

But Remus was persistent. Eventually, Sirius was persuaded to switch positions.

And that was that.

Sirius got over his commitment phobia (only when it came to Remus, really... Remus was always the exception) and they've been together since.

"Sirius..." Remus rested his forehead on Sirius' shoulder, his head leaning to the side so that he could whisper in his lover's ear, "I love you..."

Sirius gripped onto his lover and bucked his hips upwards to meet the slowly quickening thrusts of those narrow hips, "I love you too, Remmy..."

Maybe he could get used to this whole 'bottoming' thing...

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