The feeling of Sirius' hands, tightly pinned between them, suddenly disappear sent a shiver down Remus' spine. With some degree of disappointment, Remus hummed into the kiss, furrowing his brow. Though the tight grip Sirius had around his waist was nothing short of dizzying, it seemed like Remus had regained<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>sense once Sirius' hands had come at a distance of his fly.<br/>With another little sound, Remus broke the kiss.<br/>"Gayer," he blurted on the breathless inhale. His mind slurred by intoxication and overstimulation, the word had slipped out of him far before he could ever construct the sentence to go with it. Remus, too, seemed surprised by the distinct difference between what he had wanted to say and what he had actually said.<br/>With a sudden, airy laugh, Remus loosened his grip around Sirius shoulders, though he did not remove his arms completely. The comment had sent him completely for a loop, and for a long moment he felt like his brain barely worked. Remus' face was still flushed after the kiss, though the look of genuine amusement on his own behalf had seemed to wash away most of the look of want in his eyes.<br/>Both his hands moving to cup the other's face, Remus raked through the poor state of Sirius' bun, pushing the hair away from his face. "You talked about going to a bar -"