Remus had been deep in such a pitch black, dreamless sleep, that, when Sirius’ caresses woke him, he woke up feeling like he was dreaming. The lines and contours of reality still felt fuzzy, and, with his eyes still closed, Remus tried to picture his own body. He felt like the only parts of him that felt real were the few square inches Sirius mapped out with kisses.<br/>With a soft exhale, Remus finally shifted. It was only when moving that he truly became aware of his state of undress, his bare skin brushing against the fabric of Sirius’ shirt. In the back of his sleepy mind, Remus realized the only parts of him that felt grounded had been in direct contact with Sirius. Not fully aware of what that meant, Remus moved closer to the other to chase that feeling.<br/>Remus pushed himself off the mattress, incorporating himself far enough to tip Sirius’ onto his back. In the same movement, Remus’ hand brushed Sirius’ temple, running his hand through the other’s hair until it settled around the nape of Sirius’ neck, urging him closer.<br/>Without a trace of hesitation, Remus leaned in to press a kiss to Sirius’ lips, not realizing how starved he had been for that kind of intimacy until he finally allowed to indulge in Sirius.