“I…yes. I’ve always noticed. You um-grew into your gangly limbs, didn’t you?” Remus managed, his face turning red as he realized Sirius’ implication and Remus more than confirmed Sirius was beautiful. He quickly took a long sip from the bottle to distract himself and hope Sirius didn’t hear Remus admit that Sirius had always been attractive. The drink was starting to affect him, feeling not only the taste in his mouth, but the burn coursing throughout his body. Remus grinned widely and chuckled. “Got a point there. We make quite the pack don’t we?” Remus quipped, flashing a smile at Sirius. Almost immediately, he felt a warm burn on his cheeks, giving a shy smile. “I suppose I finally know what it’s like to be the infamous Sirius Black.” Remus was more than aware that Sirius had a line as well, and all the ones who practically bowed down to him.
Remus hates how he was blatantly staring, his eyes lingering as Sirius took antoher sip from the bottle, his lips wrapped around the top and Remus caught his breath. Remus was staring as he ran the tip of his tongue across his lips subconsciously catching the firewhiskey abandoned there. Remus glanced away quickly, feeling his face burner even more. Was Sirius flirting with them? Merlin, Remus was flirting back wasn’t he? It could be deceiving, but Remus couldn’t deny that he wanted Sirius to flirt with him. “Maybe i don’t want to be careful,” Remus admitted softly, absentmindedly leaning closer to Sirius. His lips quirked into a teasing smirk and raised his brow. “Stuck in bed with you? Not the worst thing.”
“Gangly?! How dare yo-” his voice cut off backing up in his head a moment and realizing the first part of Remus’ sentence. “Always noticed, huh? Guess that means you liked those gangly limbs,” he noted with a smile his gaze flickering to the spreading blush on his friend's cheeks. He liked being the cause of that blush, knowing he could affect him in such a way. It always made him want to think of even more ways to do so. “Yes, we’re you’re pack,” he pointed out. After all, they had become animals for Remus, so a pack indeed. “Might need some polyjuice potion to get the full effect, and open those pretty eyes of yours to actually notice that line,” he mused with a smile. “Actually I take that last part back,” he corrected, he didn’t want him to notice any of those others in line.
His breathing was shaky as he watched the trail Remus’ tongue made along his lips, catching every drop of liquid that had escaped and it did strange things to his stomach. With a mind of its own, his hand reached up, his thumb gently catching a missed drop at the corner of Remus’ lips, pausing for a moment before popping his thumb into his own mouth to savor that drop or just the taste of the one it clung to. “Not the worst thing? I was hoping for something a bit more enthusiastic,” he murmured his face drawing nearer. “Maybe I don’t want to give you back,” he whispered, just a breath away from Remus’ face now, hesitating a moment, giving him a chance to pull away. It was now or never. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest as he closed the distance finally, after so many years ending his torture, and pressing his lips against Remus’, his hand snaking into his hair.