Sirius’ hand against Remus’ chest felt burning hot.<br/>Remus had been told that, tossed into thin air in a moment of passion, but he hadn’t heard it like this, in a pause nor so deliberately. Somewhere in Sirius’ voice there was a<span style="font-style: italic">because of it</span>rather than a<span style="font-style: italic">despite it</span>and it took Remus aback to the point where it was hard to distinguish whether he wanted to shy away from the caress, or have Sirius’ palmprint seared into his skin for him to carry with him, always.<br/>“Yeah?” he challenged with a hazy smile, but the tease came out unconvincing, even to his own ears.<br/>Absentmindedly brushing a few stray hairs away from Sirius’ face, Remus’ hands this time around fell from Sirius’ neck to his clavicles, where his tattoos peered forth from beneath the neckline of the dress.<br/>His voice was still devastatingly soft, lost in Sirius’ new found assertiveness, and unable not to push for more. “Kiss me, then.”