Remus met the kiss smiling, his heart overflowing the moment Sirius’ hands caught hold of his shirt. It made the moment of impact clumsy, juvenile as if it were his first ever kiss. It might as well have been, the pure sense of euphoria incomparable to anything he had yet to experience.<br/>They had exhibited such restraint the entire evening that it was only when Sirius’ lips met his that Remus properly realized how badly he had wanted that, and for just how long.<br/>When Remus had first kissed Sirius, a decade ago, the other had been stiff and uncomfortable, and for years it had been an awful, awkward memory of his youth. Now, the weight of Sirius’ arms at his shoulders was warm and soft and<span style="font-style: italic">desperate</span>. It made Remus’ knees threaten to give out under him, utterly overwhelmed.<br/>In a tangle of arms, Remus raised his hands to cup Sirius’ jaw, grinning too widely to properly reciprocate the kiss. It wasn’t nearly enough, and yet it took little effort for their lips to part, Remus’ smile already wide on his lips.<br/>Though he paused, it was only long enough to confirm that the liquor wasn’t playing tricks on him; that it was really Sirius’ there with him, and not some poor soul.<br/>When Remus’ lips once again met Sirius’, it was with greater intent, the thrill instead making his heart do somersaults. Remus’ hands were quick to gain purpose at Sirius’ waist, wanting him so much closer.