Remus’ smile pulled and shifted, simultaneously humoured and a little taken by Sirius’ phrasing. Though he spoke of it as a common task, the way he leisurely laid against his sheets showed little intention in participating. It wasn’t something Remus took offence to; rather, it made his stomach flip, feeling more than a little privileged to even be allowed.<br/>With a delay, Remus’ breathing became a huffed little laugh, adjusting his seat a little to tug Sirius’ shirt tails free of his trousers, already tugged loose as it were. Sirius looked as dishevelled as Remus himself felt, but it was nothing short of intoxicating, every little bit<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>Sirius could give only served to make Remus’ head spin.<br/>As a sliver of skin became visible above the waistband of Sirius’ trousers, Remus’ hands were quick to find it, palms brushing across it as his fingers trailed a few inches up his side. It was indulgent, really, not able to pull the button-up shirt above Sirius’ head, but it was the first bit of Sirius Remus got to explore, and it felt difficult not to, immediately and eagerly.