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Sirius felt the loss of warmth as Remus sat up. He refused to turn around, knowing what he’d see. His friend dressing hastily before sneaking back into his bed. They had to be careful so no one would know. Not even James or Peter knew about their relationship.


Relationship? He snorted softly. This was about sex. He wanted more. Or did he? He didn’t know anymore. It hadn’t been planned, buggering one of his best friends, but it had happened when they’d had too much firewhiskey one night. Since then, it had happened just about every night, without the false courage of alcohol.


They were shagging. It was good. Damn good, in fact. He enjoyed it far more than any of the witches he’d shagged in the past. Did Remus enjoy it? He seemed to, making all the right noises and always coming with a soft grunt of pleasure. Sirius didn’t know what Remus wanted, wasn’t sure what he wanted. Didn’t really matter since there was one unspoken rule. They didn’t talk about it.

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