Sirius was not quite as skilled as Remus might expect him to be, but that was more than likely because he wasn't so sure what to do with another boy. He was a bit gropey, fingers pressing into scarred skin he didn't even take the time to map out as Severus had down. He ignored Remus's erection entirely, mumbling little things against his lips as he pulled open his own pants.

It wasn't going to be a simple handjob. That much was obvious the moment Sirius flipped him over.

He was not romantic. Charming? Sure. Passionate? Oh, definitely. But romantic? Not Sirius Black. He wasted very little time getting what he wanted, peppering ample kisses as he conjured what he needed for a shag.