Though Sirius' hand hadn't moved considerably, it still made Remus flinch. Sirius' palm couldn't have trailed more than a few inches down his chest, and still it had been enough for Remus to shift away from it as if he had been tickled. As if in a phantom caress, Remus felt the touch trace down his sternum where it, inevitably, made his breath catch.<br/>The sound muffled by the kiss, Remus frowned, a mix uncomfortably or displeased by the hand pinned between them. Though his eyes remained shut, white stars appeared across his minds eye, only then realizing his pulse had skyrocketed beneath Sirius' touch.<br/>So, with an uncharacteristically decisive intent, one of Remus' hands left the small of Sirius' back in favour for his wrist. Without breaking the kiss, Remus forced Sirius' hand off his shoulder and back into Remus' hair.<br/>Remus mentally excused the gesture as an attempt to keep Sirius close, letting go of Sirius' wrist in order to pulling the other closer to fill the space Sirius' arm had occupied between them. In the back of his mind, Remus realized it was a pitiful attempt to postpone what could very well turn out to be an inevitable conversation.<br/>Wholly unprepared to even entertain that notion, Remus' hands once again wrapped around the bare sliver of skin where Sirius' shirt didn't quite reach his trousers, selfishly seeking to drown out any intruding thoughts.