While it was likely an unintentional invitation, Remus allowed the weight of Sirius’ hands on his shoulders to ease his centre of gravity backwards and onto his knees once more. The shift was subtle enough that it barely interrupted the kiss, but it allowed Remus to withdraw his hand from the head board, instead brushing a touch to Sirius’ ribs, his weight better displaced.<br/>It also allowed for his lips to wander.<br/>Remus ducked his head, breaking the kiss only to chase it with one to Sirius’ jaw, then another to his shoulder, shifting his weight further back onto his shins.<br/>“Sirius,” he said, the name a question where it muddled against Sirius’ skin.