The feel of hands barely skimming across his chest would never not feel thrilling, although perhaps even more because it was Sirius’. Despite the December chill that crept through the seams of his shirt, the space between them was warm, feeling the nervous anticipation that seemed to radiate from Sirius.<br/>Although he itched for more, for<span style="font-style: italic">progression</span>, Remus offered no further encouragement, not yet, interested to see if Sirius would go on to undress him unprompted.<br/>Instead, Remus’ hands once again reached loosely for Sirius, his right hand barely brushing against the nape of his neck offering a gentle anchor into the kiss.