//simp Sirius

Sirius sat up on the creaky old bed, sitting close to Remus who was passed out after another full moon. Moments like these make Sirius feel at ease. Between the transformation back to human and waking up. Sirius knows he'll be in a world of hurt when he does finally wake. Even with Moony finally having a pack to play with and not hurting Remus anymore, his bones are still sore from the transformations so Sirius is grateful for when Remus manages to sleep.

The only thing really covering Remus at the moment was a thin blanket. His clothes were in a messy pile in the corner, taken off just a few minutes before Moony came out. Sirius never really understood why he did it. Maybe because he got hot flashes? Or to protect his clothes? Sirius would happily buy all the clothes in the world for Remus but the man is attached to his jumpers, Sirius doesn't argue about it anymore. Besides, Sirius thought he looked pretty in the morning light.

He currently had a sketchbook book open and some colored pencils in his lap, half admiring Remus, half studying him for the newest sketch. The blanket had been pulled down and bunched up at the same time, just barely covering his ass. The side of his face was pressed into his arm that he was using as a pillow, stomach down and his breaths came out long, deep and even.

His hair was a mess but it was Sirius' favorite style. The curls unruly and showing how rough the night had been. There were little nips on his legs from padfoot and at that, Sirius smiled to himself. Moony and Padfoot were play fighting heatedly and moony tried swatting at the dog but he was quicker, biting Moony's leg. It wasn't terribly deep, a playful warning but it was worth it with the way Moony pushed him aside to have a go at Prongs. The three of them played like that for a while and it was exhilarating. It was the best way for Sirius to expel his pent up energy, coming a close second to sex.... Only a close second though.

He adds the bite marks to the sketch with extra detail. Something inside himself was giddy to see the marks made it onto Remus and even though they'd be hidden by jeans once Remus wakes up and gets dressed, it's enough for Sirius to know they're there.

His eyes rake up to Remus' back. The scars there are mixed. Some from moony, some padfoot or Prongs and some just from Sirius. He can't really tell where one scar ends and another begins but it's twisted beauty. Like their own little constellation mapped out on his boyfriend's back. A few he can tell are scratches from human fingernails and his stomach does a little flip at that, tracing them. They still looked fresh and Sirius knew they were from the night before. Remus' emotions were all out of whack, more so than usual and Sirius was happy to help him.

Others he recognizes from antlers and dog claws but then there's deep gashes and his stomach sinks trying to imagine how that would've looked. Moony had to reach his arms impossibly back to reach his spine. It almost looked like the wolf had attempted to flay him. He draws the scars in shades in red or gray, peppering in some freckles.

When he felt content with the sketch, he tucked his book and pencils away and looked out the window. The sky was a sort of orange yellow color and the sun was peaking over the horizon. He figured it was close to 6 am and Remus would be waking soon so he opts to just watch him. He looked much more peaceful asleep and he didn't want the peace to end.

//You'll never know how many sketches Sirius has of Remus 😊