Sirius felt like he was on shaky ground, sitting on the bed and staring up at Remus, feeling so small and yet so safe in his presence. As he had sat down, his hands had slid down from Remus’ arms to instead land on his hips, a tentative grip, mostly just something to keep Sirius grounded in the moment.<br/>When Remus was suddenly right in front of him it took everything in Sirius to not just bridge the distance between them, feeling safe and comfortable in kissing Remus, but he could also tell that this was important to him and he so wanted to be good as well.<br/>“Alright,” he managed in a soft voice, unsure if that was a promise that he’d be able to keep, but he really wanted to. He knew that he had some hang ups about sex, even worse with talking about it, but Remus was so sweet about it, clearly filling in the gaps where Sirius wasn’t able to do so himself, and for that alone he desperately wanted to be able to tell him what he wanted.<br/>“I’ll try,” he added, cheeks hot and his breathing rapid, trying to keep a level head.