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Remus slips into the dorm he shares with James and is immediately accosted by the sounds of moaning and sex.
"SOCK ON HANDLE," he shouts, hands covering his eyes. They'd had this conversation too many times and frankly, Remus was getting tired of seeing James' bare arse.
"I'm not—it's porn."
Remus hears the snap of the laptop as it closes and drops his hands, an eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Porn?"
"Yes."
"Why are you watching porn in the middle of the day?"
James shrugs, embarrassment flashing over his face. Remus looks him over, eyes roaming over every bit of him. He's not…well, he's not in the middle of tugging himself off and he's not even straining in his pants.
"I am very confused," Remus says, falling onto the squeaky mattress next to James.
"It's for science," James insists.
Remus snorts. "Is it? What part of your biology degree requires you to spend the afternoon browsing PornHub?"
"Not that kind of science."
Remus eyes him again and realises, with some level of bafflement, that James looks dejected.
"What's happened?"
James sighs, running his hands through his wild hair. "I'm apparently not good with my lips."
"Come again?"
James opens his laptop and clicks out of whatever incriminating website he's been on. He opens it to a page run by some Uni society, where pictures are posted and each person is ranked according to their skills in bed.
"Let me see that," Remus yanks the device from James' lap, "This is appalling. Are they really ranking people on—oh. Oh, well that's quite nice. Look, I have a nine in kissing."
James snatches the laptop from Remus' hands and shuts it again, tossing it aside.
"I have a three."
"It's all in the tongue," Remus shrugs. "If you're using too much tongue it's not enjoyable."
"I don't use too much tongue!"
"Then obviously your giant mouth is just vacuuming someone's face off of its own accord?"
"That's not—no. I'm a good kisser—great, even! I don't get it."
"Technique matters and you aren't going to learn a proper kiss from watching porn."
"That's not true. You learn all types of things from watching porn."
"Yeah, stupid things that aren't realistic," Remus argues.
James looks affronted. "I've learned all my best tricks watching it!"
"And clearly that's not done you any favours!" Remus rolls his eyes, holding his hands up placatingly. "I'm not trying to argue with you, Jamie, I'm just explaining why I'm right."
James huffs, "Well, you're not. So…"
"Prove it, then."
James' head snaps to look at Remus, his eyes wide. "What?"
Remus shrugs. "Prove it. You're so convinced you've learned something magical from watching unrealistic sexual expectations. Prove. It."
James' eyes narrow, flickering over Remus' face. Remus smirks, knowing damn well James is incapable of turning down a challenge. Especially if he thinks Remus will take the piss out of him for it.
James surges forward and tangles his fingers through the short tawny strands on the back of Remus' head, tugging him closer as his mouth descends, lips brushing gently at first. Sweetly, almost like he's waiting for Remus to pull away and say he was kidding, just being a prick like normal.
Remus presses closer, letting a hand brush down over James' hard chest, snaking around to dig fingers into his back. James flicks his tongue against his lips, and Remus parts them, his head spinning from the finally that echoes in the back of his head. Had he known it would only take challenging James to a kissing contest to get him to finally put his mouth on Remus', he would've done it ages ago.
James' tongue is warm and soft and he tastes like the liquorice he eats almost exclusively. Remus can't help but scoot closer, closer, until he feels James' hands wrap around his waist and urge him into his lap.
Remus' mouth moves against James'—lips, teeth, and tongue tangled together in something blissfully perfect. He can feel himself getting hard, the rush of blood going south to make all sense in his head drain completely. James sucks on his bottom lip and bucks up beneath him and they both gasp.
James pulls away first, panting, his lips wet and reddened and his hair somehow more insane than usual.
"Enough proof for you?"
Remus taps his chin, "I'm not sure. It's only one kiss—small focus pool."
"Well, let's rectify that, then," James smiles, leaning forward to claim Remus' lips again.