𓇼𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚎𓇼

• Gustav Klimt

He would go out, have meaningless hookups, and revel in the moments when someone looked at him like he was wanted.

His hookups were always quick and impersonal, someone fucking him to chase their own pleasure and to discard once they’ve gotten what they wanted. He didn’t mind being used, if it meant someone wanting him enough to use him. He could get off and be satisfied, but really, sex never was this wonderful thing for him. He thought everyone else was lying about how great it was.

That was at least until the first time Remus and him had sex. Remus was the most attentive lover, he had sex with Sirius to be as close and intimate as possible, to make him feel as good and he can. Remus didn’t fuck Sirius just to get himself off, and that was new to Sirius.

Remus worshipped him, he kissed him with his whole heart, like he wanted to devour Sirius whole. He traced the lines of his body, reverent touches and dirty kisses to his waist, his neck, his thighs, anywhere Remus could reach. Sirius surprised himself with the noises he made, becoming a moaning and whimpering mess just from Remus kissing him like he meant something.

vs

Remus (that time of the month, amber eyes, half growling): GO AWAY!

Peter (still in a dressing gown looking like a tired mum): Now listen here Remus John Lupin, you get your arse out that bathroom and pack your bag or so help me god.

Remus: ...

Remus: *mumbling, but does it*

Peter: Thank you Remus.

Sirius (in his weekly tantrum): I can't go to Charms! My hair! My face! I hate everything! I-

Peter: *gives a look*

Sirius: I...

Peter: Put your shoes on.

Sirius: ...

Sirius: Okay.

James (him and Sirius had a over dramatic argument over nothing): *huff*

Peter (reading the prophet): ...

James: *huffs louder*

Peter: ...

James: *huf-*

Peter: Christ almighty James huff one more time and I'll stick this newspaper up your arse. Neither of you even remember what you where arguing over. Just hug it out already.

James: ... Yes Pete.