s and too much blushing and feeling like running away, preferably being swallowed whole. Though before Remus could pull back, Sirius, sweet and beautiful Sirius, had chuckled, let his tongue wander across his wounded lip, leaving merely a faint stain of dark red on his lovely mouth, and pulled Remus back in, tasting like iron, cigarette smoke and the cherry liquor they had emptied that night on the stormy rooftop of Sirius’ old student residence building in London. 