The feeling of Sirius’ hand in his hair sent needles down Remus’ spine, a thrill of anticipation. It wasn’t the first time, but precisely now, in this, it felt right in a way Remus couldn’t articulate.<br/>A reward and an encouragement, Remus continued to trail a kiss onto the divot by Sirius’ collarbone, sitting back further to increase his reach down Sirius’ chest.<br/>“Is this okay?” he asked, the bounds of the question specified when he pressed an unhurried kiss to Sirius’ plexus, feeling the give of his breathing beneath the kiss.