“Yeah,” Remus replied, and suddenly he was breathless, dizzy in the face of Sirius’ frustration. As if something had snapped within Sirius, he filled the narrow hallway, his emotions too large for the space to contain them.<br/>To be honest, it felt like something had snapped within Remus, too.<br/>For weeks Remus had carried with him the knowledge that Sirius wanted to kiss him, and in that moment he couldn’t even fathom that that want had paled, not when so much fire burned so ardently in Sirius’ gaze.<br/>Remus’ gaze was shifty in a way that his attention wasn’t. Unwaveringly aware of Sirius, Remus’ eyes darted to the kitchen door, still adjar from when Mulligan had slipped through it. Remus could even hear the clatter of dishware through it.<br/>Still, Remus undeterred crossed the remaining distance between them, pushing at Sirius midriff to the opposite wall, barely out of the line of sight visible through the doorways.<br/>“Yeah, he’s an arse,” Remus reiterated as his hands slipped around Sirius’ jaw, a plea for him to stay this riled, this open for another moment longer, though Kelly and his bigotry was the furthest thing from his mind.<br/>Closing the distance, Remus pressed a kiss to Sirius’ lips, starved.