The way Remus met the kiss made Sirius’ head spin further, feeling pleased with himself for having taken the chance to actually kiss Remus again. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way about someone, but deep inside he knew that it hadn’t been since his ex. He didn’t want to linger too much on that thought, not keen to put too much pressure on his already fragile relationship with Remus, but he knew deep down that he wanted anything that Remus would be willing to give him.<br/>The position he had placed himself in made their hips bump together, causing shivers to run down Sirius’ spine whenever it happened, longing for more but also not wanting to overstep and move them on too fast.<br/>Instead, Sirius noticed that Remus was pulling softly at his shirt, making Sirius long to feel those hands on his bare skin instead. In a split moment decision, Sirius broke the kiss, only to lean back just enough to pull the shirt over his head. He was in a good shape, skinny but with a chest that spoke of physical labour, a steel bar shining from his right nipple.<br/>He quickly leaned down to catch Remus’ lips once more, not wanting to be separated from him for too long.