Somewhere in the back of his mind, Remus understood. Sirius' little sigh made the hairs on Remus' neck stand and before Remus even knew of it, he was smiling too widely to properly return the kiss.<br/>"Yeah?" he asked, too pleased and barely at a distance from Sirius. His lips ghosted above Sirius' cheekbone, not ever fully meeting the skin in a kiss. With a soft, almost considerate hum, Remus' hand generously trailed another inch down Sirius' spine, before getting caught in the tightness of the shirt collar. "You're wearing the wrong shirt for that."<br/>Remus' voice had cracked into a laugh, sounding above all humored by Sirius' small responses. His other hand left Sirius' har in order to properly wrap an arm around Sirius' neck, using it to steady himself as he once again caught Sirius' lips in a kiss.