Disclaimer;;
I do not own Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or any other character that might show up in the resulting story. They all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
Sirius sighed, burying his face into the warm of Remus' neck. Arms were wrapped around his shoulders and a leg was thrown over his hips. He smirked, awakening Remus with a gentle thrust of his hips, rubbing their morning arousals together. Remus moaned, pressing into Sirius for a moment.
"Good morning," the Animagi chuckled, kissing Remus' neck, "I don't remember falling asleep."
"That's because you fell asleep first, somewhere in the middle of us planning out what the living room of our apartment will look like," Remus said, "Luckily I remembered to let James and Peter in around two this morning." Sirius smiled, having also forgotten about locking the other two out of the dorm room. He kissed Remus' neck again, realizing that the werewolf had come back to sleep next to Sirius rather than move to the other empty bed.
"Well, don't you two look like a happy couple."
Sirius felt Remus look up and suddenly wondered if they had pulled the hangings closed. Apparently not because James' face appeared over his own, at least the part that wasn't hidden.
"And so what if we are?" Sirius growled. James laughed and shook his head as he walked away from them.
"We better get up," Remus said, untangling his limbs from Sirius' body and leaned on his elbow, cupping his face with his hand. Sirius frowned at the loss of warmth but stole a kiss (he still couldn't get enough of the werewolf) before rolling out of the other side of bed. He stretched, realizing that he was still wearing his clothes from the night before, his shirt unbuttoned and torn slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, barely able to get his fingers through the tangled mess.
"How long until breakfast ends?" Sirius asked, glancing at James before beginning to dig out his shower things and soft towels. Personally, he loved the towels, even if they were embroidered with the Black family crest.
"An hour or so," James replied, throwing a shirt on and buttoning it up neatly. Sirius nodded and slipped into the bathroom, rather grateful for the jeans he still wore and the lack of need to fully face any of his friends. He locked the door behind him and threw his towels and what not on the floor. He groaned softly to himself before forcing his mind away from what he wanted and to the shower that awaited him. Sirius somewhat hurried through it all, desperately eager to see Remus again. He crinkled his nose, water running down his face. Damn, he really did love the boy. He turned the water off and got dressed, wet hair still clinging to his face as he exited the bathroom.
"You ready for food. I'm hungry," Remus asked, glancing up from his novel. Sirius nodded and the werewolf slipped off of his bed. He held out his hand and the Animagi took it and suddenly found his hands full of hot kissing Remus.
"I can't quit thinking about last night," Remus practically growled, "Moony won't let me." Sirius hissed sharply, teeth leaving a bright red mark on his freshly washed neck.
"So don't," he managed to reply, earning hands on his jaws and one of the roughest, hungriest, lustful kisses Remus had ever given him. For a moment, he wondered if he had melted in his robes but hands slipping under his shirt brought his bones back.
"Remus, we can't be doing this now," Sirius moaned, despite not believing his words and really wanting to do anything and everything right now. Remus pulled away, sighing although the vague 'I'm sorry' expression on his face was utterly ruined by the lust consuming his eyes.
"Breakfast it is then," Remus muttered, taking Sirius' hand and leading him huffily from the dorm room. Sirius smirked to himself. He really did like Remus much better around the full moon.