The force with which Sirius reciprocated Remus’ touches and kisses still managed to take Remus aback, a testament to the restraint Sirius had exhibited during the weeks after Remus’ rejection. More than how fiercely Sirius sought him out, it was the knowledge of how seamlessly he had respected the fact that Remus hadn’t wanted him. Back then, mind you. Now, Remus found himself helplessly leaning into Sirius, not satisfied meeting him halfway.<br/>Easing his hold of Sirius’ waist, Remus’ hands drew a diagonal across Sirius’ midriff, filling the space between them as his knuckles brushed against the lining of Sirius’ trousers. While Sirius’ actions ebbed over with desire, Remus wasn’t sure that constituted an invitation.<br/>Forcing a moment of clarity, Remus ducked his head, turning his head as though chasing to place a kiss on Sirius’ cheek, Remus leaned back into Sirius’ space, heart hammering in his chest.<br/>“Do you want to take these off, too?” he asked, and though there was the tilt of a tease in his infliction, the question was entirely genuine. His hands had stalled at Sirius’ waistband, heavy in the pause, but intent on hearing Sirius’ reply before reaching for his fly.<br/>“What do you want to do?”