Sirius’ breath caught in his throat when Remus reached for him, finding his touch and his attention so exciting and new in a way that made him want to keep diving into it, curious to see what it was going to unearth.<br/>He slid slightly closer to Remus before slipping out of his sweater, allowing it to simply fall to the floor next to the bed, not interested in what happened to it.<br/>The contrast of Remus being dressed for a night in while Sirius had been out and around other people added another layer of excitement to Sirius; liking the knowledge that this was somewhere they could meet and share this experience.<br/>Remus was still stunningly beautiful and for the first time Sirius could ever remember, he itched to get to touch him. He didn’t have the nerve to run his hands over Remus’ chest the way that he wanted to, but his hands found Remus’ knees instead, easing himself back into touching him and figuring out how much touch was acceptable.