While Remus had been able to undo the first lace of the corset, it barely budged from where it had been tightened, and the task of unpicking it was too tedious for it to feel attainable, not with Sirius’ hands ghosting above his midriff.<br/>Instead, Remus’ hands skimmed up across the ties before breaking to reach for Sirius’ jaw, cupping it with both hands.<br/>Brushing the hair away from Sirius’ face, Remus’ hands settled around his neck, barely managing to keep it out of the way, Sirius’ subtly downturned angle encouraging it to fall between them. Through it, the kiss became unsteady, barely coherent despite their continued proximity.<br/>“That’s so good, Si,” Remus encouraged in a short breath, because there was little that rang as true, his skin alight beneath Sirius’ eagerness. “You’re doing so good.”