Pulled slightly closer by the hand around his neck, Remus happily complied, his hand moving from Sirius’ knee to his waist. There was an inherent clumsiness about the pace, no real intent visible in the way Sirius reached for him. It did indeed feel juvenile, and perhaps that was enough, although Remus felt compelled to explore it.<br/>“Is this what you want?” he asked, and while it in another world would be diminishing, it wasn’t. It was Remus rethreading his own steps and Sirius’ words, wanting to deliver what Sirius had had in mind and not assume to know what had made last time<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>for him.<br/>Still and eternally wanting to assure Remus that it was perfectly enough to linger in this space, Remus crossed the distance to kiss the corner of his mouth, gentle and sweet. “Just this?”