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tonight:
sirius runs his grubby thumbs down and up the bump bump dip of remus’ spine, smiles into the small of his back, smiles against his shoulderblade, smiles and whispers –but how did you know moony, my moony? in the peach soft whorl of his ear and remus says (wicked eyes, bright eyes, blue) with his pale mouth now so red and wet and there, he says –you waggle when you walk
and sirius crosses his eyes (comical boy, beautiful boy, ridiculous) as remus kisses that little –nuh uh do not worry crease across his nose and –yeah yeah sure do smiles against his jaw and presses his fingers (laughter contained) into the bedclothes as sirius leaps up, spins away, walks
(saw him the first time like this, silly young thing, across a corridor, a castle, a kingdom, shock of black hair and sea eyes and curl of black lashes and smiled and smiled and smiled because he saw you and he smiled too
and his eyes were bright and laughing like you wanted to, wished to, could maybe someday be
and he curled his long fingers around your wrist whispered –my name is sirius black I saw you in line what’s your name
and maybe this was friendship in the circle of his young rough hand)
and when sirius turns, contorted, to watch the movement of his own hips, remus breaks bends giggles because –sirius, you daft thing he looks so worried, like maybe someone’s written –raging bloody poofter across his slender waist and –now you really do look like a girl
and then the boy spins back, gapes, cod-like, and –oi! pounce tackles this gorgeous laughing thing back among bedclothes and curtains and long slender bare limbs and maybe (he thinks, won’t admit) a little waggle’s not so bad after all