The Iridescent Conclusion - Chapter 48
Sirius considered the other man’s words and even opened his mouth to respond. He didn’t get that far, however. Daniel leaned up and Sirius found himself leaning down and then they were kissing.
It was a good kiss. The careful slide of Daniel’s soft lips and searching tongue stole Sirius’ thoughts, his protests, his reasoning. The kiss took away the tension in Daniel’s lean, muscled body and left him pliant and almost draped over Sirius’ body. His hands skimmed over shirt and jeans until they were curled together on the stone bench.
Sirius could feel the preternatural heat pouring off Daniel’s skin. It soaked into his bones and drew tiny beads of sweat onto the surface of his skin. He pulled back for a second or two - long enough to gasp for breath - and then kissed him again, captivated by the throaty little sound that Daniel moaned into his mouth as he bit at the younger man’s lips.
This kiss had intent; it was going places - leading them inevitably to one conclusion - when just at the last minute, Sirius realised that Daniel’s fingers had somehow worked their way to his nipples. In the midst of all that kissing, Daniel had apparently ripped Sirius’ shirt open and peeled it away to expose his chest. Not only that, but one hand was industriously working on Sirius’ trousers; in less than a minute he’d be all but naked in the school courtyard.
“Dan - Daniel! Wait a minute - hold on - we can’t -”
“No…” Daniel muttered absently, kissing and biting at Sirius jaw and then at his collarbone. “Want you.”
“But not where the kids can see us, eh?”
Immediately, Daniel reeled backwards, nearly falling to the grass, and blinked a few times. His eyes were still glassy and his hands continued to paw at Sirius’ chest but he came to his senses within a few seconds and he glanced around as if expecting there to be an audience of first years.
“Yeah,” he breathed, voice husky. “Yeah,” he said again, firmer this time and looked at Sirius. “Fuck.”
“Not here,” Sirius iterated in case there was any doubt.
“No,” Daniel shook his head, thinking desperately. “The Room of Requirement.”
It was a good kiss. The careful slide of Daniel’s soft lips and searching tongue stole Sirius’ thoughts, his protests, his reasoning. The kiss took away the tension in Daniel’s lean, muscled body and left him pliant and almost draped over Sirius’ body. His hands skimmed over shirt and jeans until they were curled together on the stone bench.
Sirius could feel the preternatural heat pouring off Daniel’s skin. It soaked into his bones and drew tiny beads of sweat onto the surface of his skin. He pulled back for a second or two - long enough to gasp for breath - and then kissed him again, captivated by the throaty little sound that Daniel moaned into his mouth as he bit at the younger man’s lips.
This kiss had intent; it was going places - leading them inevitably to one conclusion - when just at the last minute, Sirius realised that Daniel’s fingers had somehow worked their way to his nipples. In the midst of all that kissing, Daniel had apparently ripped Sirius’ shirt open and peeled it away to expose his chest. Not only that, but one hand was industriously working on Sirius’ trousers; in less than a minute he’d be all but naked in the school courtyard.
“Dan - Daniel! Wait a minute - hold on - we can’t -”
“No…” Daniel muttered absently, kissing and biting at Sirius jaw and then at his collarbone. “Want you.”
“But not where the kids can see us, eh?”
Immediately, Daniel reeled backwards, nearly falling to the grass, and blinked a few times. His eyes were still glassy and his hands continued to paw at Sirius’ chest but he came to his senses within a few seconds and he glanced around as if expecting there to be an audience of first years.
“Yeah,” he breathed, voice husky. “Yeah,” he said again, firmer this time and looked at Sirius. “Fuck.”
“Not here,” Sirius iterated in case there was any doubt.
“No,” Daniel shook his head, thinking desperately. “The Room of Requirement.”