It had taken many years of practice, but over the years Sirius had become very accustomed to having to read Remus’ body language and react to any signs of discomfort in him. He<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>noticed the flinch but he almost allowed to let himself get carried away by the kiss once more, finding the intimacy completely addictive. He knew that he would easily be able to get used to kissing and being kissed by Remus.<br/>However, he had to be sensitive and the reminder of the moon nearing brought Sirius to his senses, not wanting to bring either of them into a potentially dangerous situation, nor did he want to accidentally hurt Remus.<br/>He allowed himself to kiss Remus a little while longer, simply too weak to deny himself the pleasure of going on just a little while longer.<br/>When he broke the kiss, he still kept Remus close, not able to bear the idea of not being lose to Remus anymore, even if he knew that it would probably be wiser. He did lean in to place a quick kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth, not able to help himself anymore.<br/>“I’m sorry. Did I squeeze you too tightly?” He asked in a worried voice.