"No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything right now. I'm still getting settled.” As Remus finished the sentence, the music started, and out walked the most beautiful man Remus had ever seen. He was vaguely aware that James and Lily were still jabbering beside him, but suddenly all he could hear was the heavy beat of the intro to Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Sirius, Remus thought his name was, stalked to the center of the stage. He wore a lacy black bustier, with garters attached to thigh-high socks, and matching panties. The bodice hugged his petite waist delectably, fitting his delicate curves like a second skin. The socks and garters clung to the creamy pale skin of his thighs in a way that made Remus's mouth water. Remus's eyes scanned up his body, finally arriving at Sirius's face.
Fuck, his face.
His gray eyes were lined in black and had that smoky quality Remus never fully understood. His plush, pouty lips were the only splash of color on him, painted a deep maroon. He looked as if someone had carved Remus's wet dreams into marble. It was clear now that he was related to Regulus—they shared the same pale skin, dark hair, and gray eyes, but Sirius had a softer air about him, even like this, dressed like sin, there was a lightness to him—a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Everything in Remus was screaming at him to look away, turn his head, close his eyes, anything. But when Sirius's dark gaze met his, his whole world crumbled. Remus swore he stopped breathing, that he must have been having a stroke, with the way nothing in his body seemed to be working right. The whole world fell away, and the only thing that remained was the god in front of him.
Maintaining eye contact, Sirius smirked, running his hands from his hips to his neck as the lyrics began. Remus felt his lips part and his cock twitch. Sirius threw his head back, his hands still on his neck, then pushed one into his hair and the other down his abdomen. Then the performance truly began. Sirius moved like wine from a decanter—fluid, decadent—his every motion sensual and graceful across the stage, as though he were making love to the very air around him. Remus’s cock fattened as Sirius swung his hips and bent down, giving Remus a perfect view of his exquisite legs and ass—the slight arch in his back had images of Remus pulling his hair, forcing that arch deeper, flooding into Remus’s mind.
