Chapter Text
It's been three months, three wonderful months since the Reddit post that changed Remus's life.
That's all Remus can think about throughout the day: when he gets up, when he drinks his coffee, when he goes to work, when he takes his lunch break, and when he's driving back home.
Sirius is there when he gets home, dinner ready and steaming on the stove.
Remus greets him with a chaste kiss, ignoring the fake gagging noises from the peanut gallery.
"Hi kids," he says, addressing the three sitting at the kitchen table and smiling innocently.
"Hello to you too, father," Teddy says haughtily, feigning upset he wasn't the first greeted. Or perhaps not separately greeted from Carina and Vela. Who knows.
"Son," he replies, all mock gravity.
"Hi Remus," Vela says, kicking Carina under the table, who then waves at him distractedly. "She didn't finish an assignment," she explains in her sister's stead.
"Due yesterday," Teddy adds, ever so helpful.
"Which you finished last night," Remus reminds him.
"Still counts!"
"Teddy, I swear to God," Carina mutters under her breath.
"Alright, alright," Sirius cuts in, effectively stopping the bickering. "Food's ready, go set the table."
The kids groan and moan and grumble but they get up, grabbing dishes and cutlery and bringing them over to the large dining table in the living room.
"C'mere," Sirius says when Remus turns to follow them, carefully balancing the glasses one hand and a water-filled pitcher in the other.
"I'm a little-"
"Mmhm," Sirius nods and purses his lips in amusement, pulling Remus into a deeper kiss than the one they shared in front of the kids. All complaints are immediately forgotten as Sirius's tongue slips into his mouth. "Missed you," he says, mumbled between kisses.
"Missed you, too, darling," Remus replies. "Now let's eat so we can be rid of them sooner."
They share a laugh, both knowing Remus deeply enjoys the company of their kids. It is hard, however, for them to get some real time alone. Between their jobs and their kids coming and going from their houses constantly, they've barely managed to move past quick and tired little moments of intimacy, haven't quite found the solution for it yet.
When Teddy mentions during dinner that he might stay over for the night, instead of sleeping over at his boyfriend's house as he'd planned, Remus and Sirius don't do anything besides share a look of shared misfortune.
Their salvation, surprisingly, comes in the form of Vela.
"Don't be boring, let's go out tonight!" she says, giving Teddy a pointed look.
"Oh, I don't know-"
Carina jolts, then, looking up at her twin from where she's been continuing working on her assignment during the meal.
"Right, yes!" Carina joins in, as if remembering something. "Clubbing! Drinking! Fun!"
"But what about your assignment?" Teddy asks.
"I'm nearly done," she waves him off, ducking her head back down and checking out of the rest of the conversation.
Silently, Remus thanks the twins for their not-so-subtle effort to give them some much needed alone time. Vela winks at him, solidifying the fact she, at least, knows exactly what she's doing.
"I really don't feel like going out tonight," Teddy complains, but Sirius has seemingly also sensed the opportunity and decided to latch onto it.
"Come on, Teds, live a little!" he says, nudging Remus to chime in as well.
With a poorly hidden smile, Remus obliges. "Go have fun," he says, "you're too young to be staying in on a… Tuesday night…" he finished weakly.
Teddy gives him a confused look, surely about to comment on Remus's odd behaviour, but once again the twins are there to help.
"All done!" Carina announces, slamming her laptop shut victoriously. "Eat up and let's go!"
They finish their meal with some pleasant conversation throughout, Teddy thankfully acquiescing to his fate, and then the kids are clearing off the table before he and Sirius even get the chance to get up from their seats.
"So your girls sure have an agenda tonight," Remus says quietly, brow raised. There's little chance they'll be overheard, given the racket currently going on in the kitchen, but he doesn't want to risk it.
"Ah, yeah," Sirius clears his throat, "I might have inadvertently mentioned we haven't…" he gulps, "yet. Not that we have to! Tonight or otherwise, but-"
"Sirius," Remus cuts him off. "I want to."
"Oh thank fuck, me too," he grins, cheeks warming slightly with the admission, and Remus can feel his own face matching it.
"Dad! Remus! We're leaving!" comes a shout from the entryway.
"Let's see them off properly," Sirius says, still smiling. "We're coming!"
As they approach, Remus can hear hushed mutters coming from the kids, and something that sounds remarkably like "I sure hope so".
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Sirius climbs into bed just as Remus picks up his book. He'd expected for him to take longer in the shower, but it seems he had forgone washing his hair today (despite the array of curly hair products that now exists in Remus's master bathroom).
"Remus," he says when Remus only pats his thigh in greeting, already invested in his book. "Darling…"
And that gets his attention. Not the word itself - Sirius constantly calls him by pet names - but the tone. Sirius's voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down Remus's spine.
"Yes, love?" he asks, as if it isn't glaringly obvious what it is that Sirius wants.
Sirius doesn't reply, only scoots closer, starting to trail soft kisses across Remus's bare shoulder. It's a very effective distraction technique, quickly making Remus lose his spot on the page. He sets the book on his nightstand, taking his reading glasses off and carefully placing them on top of the book.
"Sirius," he breathes out, tilting his head as Sirius's kisses reach his neck and giving him more room to work.
"Lie down, darling," Sirius murmurs, sweet and hushed, minty breath tickling at Remus's ear.
Remus complies, sliding down on the bed and lifting his head as Sirius fixes his pillow into a comfortable position. The act is so intimate somehow, a casual display of the way Sirius cares about him, cares for him, that it steals Remus's breath from his lungs. Sirius doesn't seems to notice the swelling of his emotions, kissing down Remus's chest in a way that's as familiar as it is still exciting. He licks over one of his nipples, drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly.
"Sirius," Remus groans, higher brain functions already failing, reduced to base needs and an overwhelming sense of affection. "Don't tease, not tonight," he pleads.
Sirius raises his head, finally registering the desperation he's creating within Remus. He smiles up at Remus, sliding up his body gracefully to capture his mouth in a filthy kiss. It presses them together, and Remus can feel Sirius's growing hardness matching his own through the layers of their pants.
"How do you want it?" Sirius asks, breathing heavily already.
"I…" Remus has thought so much about what their first time might be like; would he fuck Sirius or get fucked? Which position will it be it? How long would they last and how sweet would it be? In the end, looking at Sirius, he realises he doesn't care. Or, he does care, he cares so much that he knows whichever way they do it would be just perfect. He also has a strong suspicion, despite not asking Sirius about it, that his boyfriend is slightly intimidated by the thought of bottoming. It's with that in mind, that he answers: "I want you to fuck me."
"Christ, yes," Sirius moans, grinding down absently onto Remus and making his hips buck up in response. "Are you sure?"
Remus nods. He is sure. He's sure of anything that has to do with Sirius, and the thought is a bit terrifying still, but he's pushing it aside for now in favour of being in this moment with him.
Sirius reaches for the bedside table with slightly shaking hands and retrieves the lube and a condom from the drawer.
"For easier cleanup," he says at Remus's silent question, "we don't have to if you prefer without."
"No, that's" he huffs a laugh, and although the thought of Sirius coming inside of him has his blood thrumming he says: "that's a good idea. Best to save that for another time."
Sirius takes his time; he undresses Remus from his pants, shucking his own as well, he kisses all over his body, sending goosebumps erupting down Remus's limbs, he rolls the condom over himself, warms the lube up between his fingers before bringing his hand between Remus's legs. Remus bends his legs, spreading them and planting his heels on the bed. It's not the best access he can give Sirius, but his hips protested when he tried to pull his knees up so it'll have to do.
The first touch of Sirius's slick fingers to his hole makes him jolt, body surprised at the sensation despite the preparation of his mind. Sirius wraps his clean hand around Remus's thigh, stroking up and down, soothing motions that help Remus release the sudden tension in his muscles.
"Are you sure about this, darling?" Sirius asks again, fingers just on the edge of breaching him.
"Please," Remus whispers, and then Sirius's finger is pushing inside of him. He's not unfamiliar with the sensation, it's something him and Tonks did rather often in their youth, but it's been so long that it makes him gasp for air instantly, cock hard and leaking and straining off his stomach.
"Oh," Sirius breathes out, watching him with awe twinkling in his eyes. "You love this, don't you?"
"I do, fuck," Remus moans as Sirius's finger slides all the way in, knuckles nudging against his hole. "I really, really do."
"You never said," Sirius replies, but Remus is in no state to hold a casual conversation at the moment. He can only gasp and moan as Sirius begins fucking him slowly with his finger, body getting used to the stretch all too quickly.
"Fuck me, please," he begs, already out of his mind from only a couple of minutes of Sirius touching him.
"Fuck alright," he groans, twisting his finger out slowly, then using the rest of the lube to slick up his cock. "Are you comfortable like this?" he asks, holding Remus's legs up and lining himself up.
Remus wants to say yes, doesn't want to delay this any further, but his damn hip is already aching in this position. If they stay like this, he won't be walking tomorrow for all the wrong reasons.
Sirius must see it on his face, because he lowers his legs back onto the mattress.
"It's your hip, isn't it?" he smiles, not at all upset by the interruption because of course he isn't. "C'mere."
Sirius manoeuvres them to lie down in a spooning position, curling around Remus and tucking his face into the crook of his neck.
"This better?"
"Much," Remus says, his relief evident in his tone. With one leg resting on the bed, and the other held aloft behind the knee by Sirius, there's no discomfort at all. He's left with the anticipation, gnawing at him as he feels Sirius align himself once again.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
Remus breathes out slowly as he feels Sirius push forward, willing his muscles to relax enough to allow him in. It's slow, Sirius pausing after every couple of centimetres to let him get used to it, but it's good. Remus can't stop the moan that leaves his lips once Sirius is fully sheathed, doesn't even try.
He feels Sirius shudder against his back, hears their hearts thumping in unison as they both relish in the sensation.
"My love," Sirius mutters breathlessly, "oh, darling, you feel incredible."
"Sirius," Remus says, because it's all he can say. "Sirius…"
"Yeah, yeah," Sirius nods against his shoulder, "I'm here, I've got you."
When Sirius starts moving, everything else - that has been blurred at the edges since they'd started - fades away entirely. There is nothing in the universe but them, but this bed in this room that contains them, nothing but Sirius and all of the places their bodies are touching.
Remus can feel Sirius's heavy breath on the back of his neck, ruffling his hair; he can feel his chest rising and falling with it, sticking slightly to his back with the sweat beginning to gather between them.
Sirius's name falls from his lips with every exhale, timed with his the slow thrusts that are quickly - too quickly - bringing him to the brink. It's not particularly deep, and the angle isn't particularly great, but the closeness, the intimacy of it makes emotions swell in him that he never thought he would feel again.
"Sirius," he moans again, trying to force new words out despite the overwhelming pleasure, "love you…"
"Oh my darling," Sirius whines, pressing even closer, hips working faster, "I love you too."
They've only recently started saying it, though Remus has felt it for much longer. The novelty of hearing the words spoken back to him, so sincere, has yet to wear off. Remus hopes it never will.
"Yes, yes," he cries out, reaching down to take himself in his hand, the need too great now to ignore. "Tell me again," he pleads.
"Remus, fuck," Sirius grunts, effort and pleasure weighing on his voice, "I love you so fucking much," he says, over and over as the both of them reach their peaks.
Remus comes into his hand, shaking and clenching around Sirius, feeling his cock twitch and the warmth of his spend through the condom. They stay spooned together for a long moment, Sirius softening inside of him until he slips out with a low groan.
Remus feels sleep already tugging down his eyelids; can only grumble in displeasure as Sirius slips out of bed.
"I'm here, my love," he says, just a moment later, climbing back in. "Roll over, darling," he cajoles, pulling Remus backwards until he's lying on his back. "There you are."
Sirius smiles softly as he cleans him off, damp towel, soft and warm, running over his hand, his stomach, his cock, between his legs. The tenderness of it nearly brings tears to Remus's eyes; probably would if they weren't half-shut already.
He manages to fight off his sleepiness just long enough to feel Sirius get in bed properly, wrapping his arms around Remus's middle and cuddling up to him.
"Good night, my love," he mumbles, or hopes he does, isn't too sure he manages it.
"Good night, darling."