The grip around his hair sent a shudder dorn Remus' spine, feeling more and more like a promise of what was to come. It made him feel grounded, willingly chasing that feeling when Sirius urged him closer.<br/>While kissing Sirius undoubtedly was the most magnificent feeling in the world, Remus felt the same sense of juvenile greed bubble up in his chest, wanting everything and more Sirius gave him.<br/>His hands slipped from Sirius' waist, thumbs curling around his side and pushing in against his obliques, egging him to take a step backwards as Remus himself stepped forward. Lost in the kiss and the embrace, his own flat of a few years muddled in his mind, unable to picture the hallway to scale.<br/>His hands traveled another few inches, catching Sirius' hips, a steadier hold to push at him.<br/>"Bedroom's to your left," he muttered, breathless, lips barely leaving Sirius'. The words were spoken into Sirius' jaw, but his lips were quick to find Sirius' in another kiss, unable to stand them being appart more than a heartbeat.