But Sirius couldn’t answer. He was too lost in Remus—the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him—as he slowly licked his way down Sirius’s body, his lips and tongue roving over his hard nipples, his stomach, the V-of his hipbones, the crease of his thighs. Finally, Remus slid his hands under Sirius’s arse, lifted his hips, and spread him wide, pulling his cheeks apart and burying himself there. His tongue swirled and dipped around and inside Sirius’s hole as he sucked and lapped insatiably. His thumbs teased and prodded at the rim, pulling it wider, letting him in deeper. Every press and dip of Remus’s tongue felt astonishing, like a fucking revelation. Sirius was soaked and sloppy, as Remus moaned against his hole and writhed with pleasure against the mattress, as though he could come right then against the rumpled sheets, just from eating Sirius’s arse. Sirius was floating with pleasure, reduced to bright, sparking nerve endings and nothing more, as Remus’s tongue fucked him again and again.