He dragged the pad of his thumb against one of the dark, mottled bruises on Sirius’s neck, then ran his tongue over it, as though savoring the taste of Sirius’s skin. Sirius’s knees weakened under him—he couldn’t believe that was a real thing—while Remus cradled his jaw in one hand and kissed him, slowly and sweetly at first, then harder and dirtier, until they were panting and licking into each other’s mouths.