Remus couldn’t remember the last time he took things this slow. It wasn’t even leisurely, the deeper they got, the more it started to feel heavy with reverence, as though rushing through it was a waste.<br/>In a way it would be.<br/>Finally undoing the last button at Sirius’ collarbone, Remus watched ink appear beneath his fingers as he pushed the fabric aside, hands steady and slow against Sirius’ chest. Dense ink covering Sirius’ pecks, Remus couldn’t seem to look away now that his eyes were actually allowed to linger.<br/>“I really like them,” he said after a moment of consideration, once again running his right hand from Sirius’ sternum to his side. Remus had seen them before, but never like this, never before able to dedicate them the attention they deserved.  “I never got to say.”