Unable to find any words to properly express exactly how the question made him feel, Sirius’ arms fell around Remus’ neck, pulling him in closer and stretching up to kiss Remus passionately on the lips.<br/>Sure, it seemed absolutely useless to actually get married, both of them away that it was going to be far more effort than it was going to be worth, yet the prospect of being able to call Remus his husband,<span style="font-style: italic">husband</span>, sent Sirius’ head spinning in a way that he had never experienced before. There was nothing more exciting to him than the fact that Remus wanted that kind of commitment from him and Sirius wanted to give him everything that he had, even if it wasn’t much.<br/>“Yes,” he muttered, having hardly even broken the kiss to speak, even if he had returned to the flats of his feet. His hands found Remus’ face, for once not taking note of how ragged he look, instead only seeing the man that he loved so much right there in front of him.<br/>“Yes, yes, yes,” he continued, kissing Remus between each yes on whatever skin he could find, his cheek, his temple, his chin.<br/>“I’ll be your husband,” he stated with a wide grin, simply unable to stop himself from grinning by now. “No wedding needed.”