London Calling RPG

Remus allowed Sirius to lean in, and pressed his own crotch to Sirius' hip. His fingers delved into Sirius' hair and tugged just enough to allow him to emerge from nosing Sirius' scalp, looking rather sated and pleased with himself, tongue flicking over his lips like he could still taste his love's salt and skin. "What does a bad boy like you always get, Sirius?" he teased, that hand moving down Sirius' back to rest just above the swell of that perfect backside. "You get me, of course. Might even let you unwrap me later."