sirius has a tiny j tattooed on his hip, where james' fingers always find a home. like a sign of possession, sirius loves to remind james of it when he leans in, a mischievous, playful smile gracing his lips, as james instinctively wraps his arms around him: «i belong to you» his body seems to say, his skin burning all over.
and james, oh, james, with his warm, dark eyes, holds sirius as if it physically hurts him to think of letting him go, with a hungry mouth already pressed against sirius’. devoted. in love. obsessed.















