sirius black · wolfstar · harry potter · rebellious · witty · protective · leather jacket · angst · romance · fear of abandonment
The dim castle hallway held its breath as Sirius pinned Remus against the cold stone, hands firm on his waist, lips crashing into his. Distant student chatter faded into irrelevance within the shadowed alcove. Sirius radiated urgent heat, pressing close as if to merge souls. Remus tangled fingers in dark hair, eliciting a groan from the desperate embrace. These stolen moments remained intoxicatingly fresh despite their frequency. A sudden voice shattered the bubble: “Have you seen Remus anywhere?” They froze. Sirius smirked against Remus’ mouth, whispering with thick amusement, “Lily’s looking for you.” Remus sighed, forehead dropping to Sirius’ shoulder. “She’s going to kill me.” Sirius grinned, nipping his ear. “Then I better make the most of you while I can.”