❛ mmm, let’s take things slow tonight. ❜ - Tibius lol
“Since when do we take things slow?” Sirius countered, already flinging his shirt across the room. His fingers hastily unbuckled his belt.
Tiberius unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking his time with each button. “Since you started going on long missions,” he said. Tiberius swallowed, adding quietly, “You were gone five days.”
Sirius paused. This was the longest he’d been away. Each night he’d been camping on the outer skirts of the country, spying on a Death Eater hideout, he had thought of Tiberius. What might he be doing now, showering or cooking dinner or taking Astro for a walk?
Thinking of your man? James would say when Sirius got quiet. Sirius would shove him.
“Alright,” Sirius conceded. He leaned over the bed and kissed Tiberius on the lips, slow and deep, taking his time to taste the other man. They never did go slow. From the beginning, it had been fast: finding out they fancied each other, getting into each others beds. Finding out they loved each other.
Sirius couldn’t promise he wouldn’t go away again. He couldn’t even promise he’d make it back each time he left. He could only promise to take it slow for Tiberius, for just one night, while the rest of the world rushed past them.
