Something within Remus seemed to catch, hung up on the willingness with which Sirius met the embrace. It wasn’t subtle and yet it was, the almost imperceivable difference between feeling able to ask versus to give. It felt significant enough to take note of it.<br/>As Sirius’ hands wandered upward, Remus’ once again dipped. Drawing a diagonal down the plane of Sirius’ back, Remus’ right hand shifted from Sirius’ ribs to the small of his back. There, it found a steady hold of the lining of Sirius’ trousers, a little sigh escaping him as he pulled him closer.