"I think we've all had more than enough of what he's read," Sirius huffed behind him, grabbing Remus' wrist and pulling him to the back of the classroom nearly out of sight. He knew he shouldn't now, but this wasn't an impulse he'd try to stop even when James did know, and it's not like he was going to have that conversation here. It could only be a good thing to keep Moony out of a fight as well, and otherwise distracted, he assured himself.

Remus went willingly as always when Padfoot guided him along as far back into the classroom as they could go, but he had an uneasy feeling for why even before Sirius gave him the briefest of squeezes on his wrist and whispered, "going to give that blow a try?"

"I can," he still wanted to try, more just because he didn't want to refuse anything somebody else had given Sirius. He wasn't just glancing nervously back at the others though for the semi-audience, he was worried Sirius would start laughing at him if he was bad at it.

Padfoot took half of that in and smiled gently, barely needing a running start before he was jumping to reach the nearest low hanging branches and now stepping closer in the dark, which did help. His hair tickling between their chests now over his shirt and he always radiated a fiery energy that drew Remus in closer.

Sirius unzipped his pants without further ado and leaned the majority of his lower waist against a bush.

Remus swallowed but got on his knees, and opened his mouth before Sirius could for once, not letting himself chicken out.

The taste wasn't unpleasant per say, but it wasn't particularly comfortable either. His jaw was starting to hurt, and he kept pulling back and forgetting about the teeth despite himself. Sirius kept stroking his hair and watching patiently, he sounded genuinely kind but not exactly encouraging when he said, "it's okay, it feels good, promise. Maybe I'm not the right person to be testing this on though, just might not feel as good to me as it might some other blokes." Sirius was barely hard, he was being weirdly kind to him like he was walking him through the Transfiguration lesson Remus had slept through that day.

He took a deep breath and tried one more time, doing his best to ignore the discomfort and remember what exactly Sirius had done that had felt so good, even placing his hand on himself and trying to stroke his membrane through his pants and getting his tongue to move the length, but when he tipped his head a bit Sirius' head slid farther down his throat and he gagged unpleasantly and pulled back.

Sirius just smiled. It wasn't even a tad smug, and he still wanted to call him a pompous bastard.

He scrunched his tongue up and still felt annoyed with himself even if he was relieved not to go back and try again for now while standing back up and Sirius put himself away.

"It was awkward enough when Prongs was reading," he huffed, starting to play with Sirius' hair a bit instead but not really looking at him. "Now he's silent and it's creeping me out, what do you think those flashing lights are?"

Sirius just gave him a quick peck on the chin and squeezed his wrist in his hair with a shrug. "Don't beat yourself up Moony, some people just flat don't like it. Maybe you'll like it better on girls. I haven't even tried that. Want to bet a galleon when we get back of who does it first?"

He gave a wooden smile and decided against answering for his own sanity as he offered him a hand. He pulled himself off the bush and shook his hair out, only managing to ensnare something in it as they walked back over to the group both feeling a little out of sorts for this one.