Remus’ gaze grew heavy at that, although his smile remained on his lips, easy but undeniably pleased. Everything about their relationship was drawn out and slow, and the considerations that went through Remus’ mind caused another pause, loaded with interest rather than hesitations.<br/>Finally allowing the balance to tip, Remus uncrossed his arms, leisurely pushing himself further upright. Closing the distance between them was clumsy, having to upturn themselves in a tangle of long legs on the narrow bed; Remus eventually found his balance, one knee between Sirius’ thighs.<br/>This upright, Remus’ eyes inevitably wandered over Sirius’ tattooed skin. The poor lighting of the room cast harsh shadows over the patterns, and Remus knew he would have to be close to distinguish the idols - and that he wanted to be, too.<br/>When he glanced up to meet Sirius’ eye for permission, something within him caught, and his lips remained parted with a question he didn’t get to ask. An indulgent detour, Remus instead steadied himself with one hand against the headrest, leaning in to chase another kiss, juvenile and eager, as his free hand curled around Sirius’ jaw in an encouragement.