Sirius worked him for just a few minutes before pulling off again. He wanted—needed—Remus inside of him. Their eyes met, and, without speaking, Remus sat up on the widow seat and pulled Sirius up onto his lap. Sirius ripped open the lube with his teeth and squeezed it onto his shaking hand. He stroked down the length of Remus’s cock before reaching between his legs and spreading the rest on himself. Then, he sat up on his knees, pulled Remus’s cock into his fist, and positioned himself over it, feeling it nudge against his already mostly worked open hole.