"So good," Sirius panted, tilting his head sideways so their cheeks pressed together. He closed his eyes and breathed, deeply and slowly, burying his face in Remus’s sweet-smelling hair and savoring every second of this moment. The cupola was quiet except for their breathing, their chests rising and falling against each other, and the sound of the dark, crashing waves outside. Moonlight pooled across Remus’s shoulders as it shone silvery white through the mullioned windows, which glistened and dripped with steam all around them.