Written for Tham in chat during the Livejournal Blackout of '05.

"Remus," Sirius says again, and Remus sighs and does not look up from his scroll.

"Sirius, I already told you. I have to stud--"

"Have you ever wondered," Sirius interrupts, standing right behind him and breathing onto the small patch of skin where his hair has fallen away, "if sugar quills tickle?"

Remus has exactly enough time to inhale before Sirius' breath is replaced by something almost too light to be felt. The sensation skitters down the back of his shirt, and Sirius tsks.

"Too crumbly," he announces. Remus exhales.

Then he feels Sirius' tongue, lapping up the sugar.

~END~