"Pads, hold still!"

Remus made one last adjustment to the Muggle necktie Sirius was grudgingly wearing, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There," he said, satisfied. "Now just one moment while I - Sirius, what are you doing?"

"Do I have to wear this?" Sirius grumbled. He tugged at the offending neckwear with one finger until Remus finally slapped his hand away, exasperated.

"Would you leave it alone!" Remus all but shouted. He clasped Sirius' hands in his own and added, "Leave it on. You look ravishing." He did, too, the dark blue tux perfectly setting off Sirius' stormy grey-blue eyes, and the black hair that curled gracefully at the nape of his neck.

Sirius leaned back against the dresser, giving Remus his best 'come hither' look. "Want me to ravish you then?" he said, pulling Remus against him.

"Always," murmured Remus, "but we don't have time. The wedding's in about ten minutes."

"There's quite a bit that can be done in ten minutes," Sirius leered. He reached down to cup the front of Remus' trousers, grinning rather smugly as he ran slender fingers along the bulge of Remus' hardening cock. "See? You do want to."

Remus groaned, involuntarily thrusting against Sirius' fingers. "I hope that bloody door's locked," he muttered, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he quickly unbuttoned his trousers. "Fuck," he whispered as Sirius' hand closed around him and began a slow, teasing stroke.