Remus felt like he had been drowning and Sirius was a breath of fresh air. Had it not been for the grip Sirius had around his hair, Remus feared he might have collapsed, his legs bukling under the sheer feeling of relief that went through Remus. The fact that Sirius so willingly reciprocated the touch and the kiss raised more questions than it answered, yet Remus readily settled on the fact that Sirius<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>him. Wanted<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/>Already feeling lightheaded and short of breath the feeling of Sirius' arm around his bare waist made Remus flinch, the muscles in his abdomen contrating hard enough to knock out what little air Remus had in him. The shudder that went through him formed a choked, little sound that got stuck deep in his throat. Remus moved away from Sirius' touch before he even realized he had done it.<br/>For a moment, Remus' lips had left Sirius, only far enough that Remus could steady his breathing and the tension in his muscles. His hands remained insistent around Sirius' jaw, not wanting the other to move, or to retrieve his hands, for that matter. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Sirius' hands against his bare skin, especially not in an embrace like this. The low hum of discomfort gradually grew, but not on his skin, only in the very back of his mind. Not wanting to linger on what he already knew provoked those those thoughts, Remus leaned in to once again meet Sirius' lips, desperately needing to drown out any brewing feelings of inferiority.