The moment Sirius’ lips left his, the buzz off the bar around them crept back into Remus’ consciousness. It wasn’t unpleasant, seeming only to amplify the thrum of anticipation coursing through his veins, feeling teetering on the edge of something; his head seemed loud, too. Everything slotted in place when Sirius beat himself to the question Remus had yet to articulate, however.<br/>Stretching in lieu of an answer, Remus tipped his chin to once again catch Sirius’ lips in a kiss, muffling a chuckle that instead died in Remus’ throat. He wasn’t deaf to the singularity of it all, how there was only here or<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>, just as much his as it was Sirius’. The answer,<span style="font-style: italic"> yes</span>, laid in the way his grip loosened around Sirius’ waist, boyishly pushing at him.<br/>“Come on, then,” he grinned, the moment he had pushed too far for the kiss to last.