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There wasn't anything quite like living in the city.
The streets were never quiet, the sounds of people and automobiles filling ones ear like a loud crash. The people that walked on the streets could range from fairly normal to odd in a second. There was food from all over the world and one could only wish you had more than one stomach to try it all.
Sirius knew he'd live in the heart of London one day. He also knew Remus, despite claiming he didn't like noise and crowded streets, loved it too.
Sirius stood in the small living room of their flat, ignoring the mess around the floor after last nights events. They had a small balcony, barely big enough to fit two people, the iron rail beginning to rust. It was a perk that Sirius was willing to pay the extra money in order to get it because they could simply step out and look around the busy street.
He could hear the noises of people shouting, of automobiles making that weird nose whenever the people in them were angry or in a rush. But his attention was solely focused on the figure standing outside, shirtless and leaning on the railing, looking out and watching the street.
Vaguely, Sirius congratulated himself for helping Remus get into the habit of walking around shirtless in their flat as he walked up behind him. It was a rare day in London, the sun shinning down the expanse of Remus' pale back, which was one of Sirius' favorite parts of his body.
Running a palm over the middle of said back, Sirius grinned as Remus reacted like a cat being petting by his owner, tantalizingly curving it as the palm came to rest at the nape of his neck.
"What's new in the muggle world?" asked Sirius, pressing his shirtless chest against Remus' equally as shirtless back.
"Two couples have broken up, one man was caught putting his hand on a woman's arse and was slapped harder than Lily slapped James when he tried to kiss her the first time," laughed Remus. "That old man has walked the entire length of the street twice now and I'm starting to get worried." He pointed to the man but Sirius chose to place small kisses on his shoulder, groaning as he felt Remus' fingers thread into his hair.
Sirius slid his hands over Remus' hips, pushing him back towards his covered erection and moving his own hips in slow circles. Remus stiffened, recalling where they were and what they were doing, but his hand didn't lessen its grip on Sirius' hair one bit.
"You could tell me to stop now before I get too carried away. Or, you know, before we scar all those people down there," warned Sirius, his hips never ceasing their circular motion. He held back a moan as Remus leaned back, turning his head towards Sirius to give him a nervous kiss, breaking away to look back at him.
And because Sirius knew he better act now before he changed his mind, he knelt behind Remus, hands pulling and yanking the other mans' jeans and pants. He saw Remus grip the railing again, chest moving fast as he looked down onto the crowd again.
Sirius placed a kiss on the bottom of his spine before moving down to kiss a trail lower, grinning against the taut flesh when Remus spread his legs a bit further without any prompting. He ran his hands up Remus' long legs, thumbs rubbing the curve of his arse before spreading them apart.
Remus' breath hitched as Sirius' tongue wasted no time to give him fast licks over and around him, his own hands holding the iron rail so tightly it almost hurt. When he felt that tongue plunge in, Remus' head fell forward with a moan, body pushing back shamelessly and making Sirius' hands on his hips tighten. He opened his eyes, barely noticing he had closed them at some point, and they focused on a muggle man in a business suit walking briskly to what Remus could hazily remember being the underground entrance. His mouth dropped open when Sirius' tongue wiggled around inside him, humming his approval as Remus' legs spread even farther apart.
Sirius sucked and nipped at the skin, raising his hand to smooth over Remus' sac and cock, lifting him back as his tongue plunged right back in. It was the feeling of his jeans feeling too tight it hurt that made Sirius place one final kiss on Remus' arse cheek before standing up, unzipping and pulling his cock, giving it a few tight strokes.
"You can still tell me to stop, love," whispered Sirius against Remus' ear, positioning himself at his entrance, the head of cock already in place.
Remus opened his eyes again, panting heavily and feeling a hot flush cover his face and chest at the thought that he'd let Sirius rim his arse in plain view. He couldn't ignore, however, the fact that his cock was harder than it had ever been. He did the only thing his lust filled mind told him to do and pushed back onto Sirius, haring him curse at the knowledge that Remus was continuing to do this out there for everyone to see.
Sirius's hands moved over Remus' sides, eyes glazing over as Remus' shoulder blades moved and his back arched as he moved on his own accord to fuck himself on Sirius' cock. Sirius snaked his arm around his pale chest, holding him back so he could look over his shoulder at the people below. Remus' head fell back, whimpering and moaning wantonly as his tongue licked at Sirius' earlobe.
The sound of someone shouting, followed by a loud crash and more shouting made a thrum of adrenaline course through his body, making him pound harder into Remus who only cried out in response. Someone was shouting obscenities and somewhere in the distance there was the sound of a siren but the only thing it achieve was for Remus to whine out a litany of "more Sirius" and "fuck me" and "harder fuck my arse harder".
Sirius felt himself coming, but he still had the mind to reach over to grab Remus' cock and stroke him hard as he groaned his release almost painfully. He felt a slick warmth cover his hand, and let Remus sag in his arms as he came.
They fell back just as a shimmer of magic fell around them, panting hard while small whimpers escaped Remus' mouth as he touched his own cock.
After a moment, Sirius spoke. "You didn't know I had put up a Disillusionment Charm, did you?" he panted, his breath ruffling the hair over Remus' ear.
"No," whispered Remus, turning to look at Sirius, his bottom lip red and swollen. He didn't look guilty or embarrassed. If anything, he looked even more appealing to Sirius as he lay there, naked and sweaty and touching his own cock.
Sirius grinned, flicking his tongue out to lick the sweat off the side of Remus' face before saying, " I fucking love the city."
Remus snorted at both Sirius' antics and at the thought of whether or not the charm prevented his come from falling on some poor passerby's head.