Sirius’ hands on his back was a wave, warm against the chill of their room, igniting a shiver that trailed the length of Remus’ spine. Relinquishing himself to the closeness of Sirius’ embrace, Remus’ right hand staggered forward, off of Sirius’ hip in favour of the mattress beside him. Remus wanted to disappear into him, for the warmth of Sirius’ hands to cover him in his entirety.<br/>Aware of a close alternative, Remus turned his head, breaking the kiss only just far enough for him to trail a kiss to Sirius’ jaw, before stalling at the crook of Sirius’ neck, mind elsewhere. The hand still on Sirius’ hip had moved, following the waistband of Sirius’ trousers. Allowing his fingers to just barely dip beneath it, Remus’ thumb remained on the button, the fabric pinched in his hand.<br/>“This?” Remus asked, wrangling himself upright far enough to look at Sirius for an answer.<br/>Remus felt flushed, the pendulum once again swinging back to<span style="font-style: italic">restrain</span>. Every tightly wound fibre within him found purpose in the attention he was able to bestow Sirius, eyes skimming over his features in search for a rejection he might not be able to speak. “Do you want this?”