Remus had barely closed the door behind them, before he had once again found Sirius in a starved kiss. His hand had abandoned Sirius', instead gripping Sirius' hips. At no point during their evening together had Remus felt like he had been holding back. Sirius had consistently pushed him further towards the line of what felt either comfortable or appropriate and it was hard even imagining that there was anything still left to explore.<br/>It was, however, equally hard not to indulge darkness around them. For the first time, they were completely alone. Not even a stray passer by was there to witness the way Remus pushed Sirius against the plush layer of coats hanging in their entryway. It was far more intoxicating than Remus could ever have imagined.