Sirius’ backwards step allowed him to take a seat first, and it took Remus a stuttered moment not to immediately follow him.<br/>As Sirius’ heigh diminished, Remus’ hands slipped from his waist to the column of Sirius’ neck, thumbs barely touching the line of his jaw. It had only taken them moments for Remus’ skin to feel flushed, his thoughts so busy and disjointed that it felt like a thrum in the back of his mind, not unaffected by the feeling of Sirius’ beneath his hands but needing to keep his bearings as they would, inevitably, venture past a kiss.<br/>“You have to tell me what feels good,” he stressed, not unkindly, but with the growing feeling that Sirius hadn’t taken that point to heart.<br/>Remus’ eyes flickered between Sirius’, a smile slowly pulling at his lips as his grip around Sirius’ jaw grew purposeful, tipping his chin upwards slightly. He leaned closer but not close enough to catch Sirius’ lips in a kiss. “Yeah? I want to know.”