The air completely went out of Remus the moment Sirius straddled his lap, making him gaps pitifully into the kiss. It was all so terribly much, the muscles in his instinctively contracting in an attempt to shy away from the intimacy of the embrace; his hands, however, welcomed Sirius' proximity, almost desperately gripping Sirius' hips.<br/>While Remus hadn't been able to place the whistle, he flinched at the shout, violently reminded of reality. His grip around Sirius immediately loosened. Though he failed to pull away from Sirius fully, the kiss almost immediately lost all intensity or purpose; Remus, who had otherwise so purposefully stretched towards Sirius, just wanted to sink into the cushions and disappear.<br/>The moment Sirius' lips finally -<span style="font-style: italic">mercifully</span>- left Remus', he felt his face flush bright red, utterly mortified. His lips immediately felt bruised, so much so that, in his embarrassment of the intensity of it all, Remus barely heard whatever Sirius was telling him.<br/>"Yeah," he choked, breath catching in his throat. He was seeing stars in his peripherals, finding their position feeling even more suffocatingly intimate now that they were no longer kissing. "It's okay."