When Sirius crossed the distance to kiss him, Remus was grinning and continued to do so the first split second of it, before readily reciprocating the kiss with the same unfiltered thrill. His grip of Sirius subsequently shifted, wanting to pull him as close as possible. Wrapping both arms around Sirius neck, one hand caught a hold of his shirt, the other burying itself into Sirius' hair, pushing it back to keep it out Sirius' face as he leaned forward.<br/>The feeling of Sirius' hips against his sent a shudder through Remus, knowing it to have been years since Remus last time had been in a situation that even came close to comparing. It made his breath hitch into the kiss, a little suppressed sound as he found himself caught between wanting to shy away from the touch, or demanding even more.<br/>It was overwhelming, but as Remus' hand balled up the fabric covering Sirius' shoulder blades, he found himself unable to differentiate when too much was enough. Everything felt like a progression, and no matter how lightheaded Remus felt in the embrace, constantly feeling out of his depth, he willingly accepted any touch Sirius brushed against him.