#ice bath

@wolfstarmicrofic July 26, word count 489

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Remus’s heart was beating so fast and hard that he was surprised it didn’t escape his chest. Sirius Black was in his bed, and he was kissing him. He’d never been so spontaneous, and here he was dragging Sirius back into his bed to kiss him properly without a second thought. 

Sirius rolled on top of him, straddling his hips all without breaking their kiss. Remus tensed, certain that Sirius was about to make contact with his… well, you know.

He felt Sirius smile against his lips and then the brush of his fingertips against the front of his pyjama bottoms, right on his… Remus gasped, and Sirius’s tongue followed the breath into his mouth, exploring every inch of him as he did. 

Remus was on the verge of overwhelm. He wasn’t used to this much touching, kissing, all of it. Sirius seemed to sense his near panic and slowed down. He removed his fingertips from Remus’s hard cock and placed them on his hip, stroking soothing circles into the protruding bone. Remus realised then that they weren’t protruding nearly as much as they had all his life. He sat up and ran his hands over them. A thin layer of muscle had formed, as well as him putting on a bit of weight. 

“Remus, is everything okay?” Sirius asked, his voice full of concern. Remus looked up and beamed at him before dragging his face to his and kissing him all over again. 

“I have muscle!” He crowed happily, taking Sirius’s hand and running it over his stomach. 

“You do,” Sirius grinned back fondly. “Now, would you like to continue, or do I need to go take a shower as cold as an ice bath?” 

Remus narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, trying to hide the mischief he knew was dancing in his eyes. 

“Probably best if you take the shower,” he said, unsure how he managed to keep his face so straight. 

“Okay,” Sirius nodded and immediately stopped touching Remus. Remus lost all the control he had over his features and felt his face fall as Sirius got out of his bed. 

“No, wait, I was joking.” He reached out and tried to grab Sirius's arm again, but he was already out of reach. “Please come back,” he begged. Sirius cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. 

“I take things like that literally. You can’t joke around like that, or I’ll do as you ask, okay?”

Remus nodded profusely, and Sirius slipped back under the covers. 

“Sorry,” Remus whispered, worried that Sirius was upset with him. 

“No need to be sorry. I just don’t mess around when it comes to consent. If you say no, then I stop. I won’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

A warmth filled Remus’s body, and he began to realise just how amazing Sirius really was. He was more than the sexy, long-haired, gym guy, so much more.