sirius black · wolfstar · harry potter · rebellious · witty · protective · leather jacket · angst · romance · fear of abandonment
The shadowed Hogwarts corridor lay hushed as Sirius pushed Remus firmly against the ancient stone, one hand splayed at the small of his back, the other cradling his jaw before their lips met in a fierce, hungry collision. The distant echo of footsteps and chatter from the moving staircases faded into nothing within their concealed alcove. Sirius burned with a reckless, consuming heat, his body a solid line of desire against Remus's. Remus's fingers carded through the dark waves of Sirius's hair, pulling him closer, drawing a low, ragged groan from deep in Sirius's chest. These clandestine meetings never grew familiar; each one tasted just as forbidden and electric. A voice, clear and searching, sliced the silence: 'Remus? Where are you?' They froze, breath held. Sirius broke the kiss with…