The night seemed to get hotter as it went on. They drank champagne and the bubbly liquid clung to Remus’s lips, shiny and sweet. Sirius ditched his jacked somewhere by the fountain, and a light sheen of sweat glowed on their skin. They gripped each other’s bodies as they danced, hands curving around waists, arms, shoulders, thighs, necks, anywhere they could reach. Remus’s fingers hooked into Sirius’s belt loops again and pulled him close, tracing his hipbones with every undulating movement. Sirius spun around and pulled Remus’s arms around his waist from behind, and they pressed flush, chest to back, as they danced, dipping and swaying as one. Sirius tipped his head to the side, and imagined the ghost of Remus’s lips grazing over the side of his neck.