For years, some part of Remus had wanted to kiss Sirius, and all of Remus had often thought about it. However, it seemed like, the older they became, the less likely it had become that Remus would ever do anything about it; Remus had packed the urge away deep in his subcontiousness, and had just learned to live with its constant presence and to settle with whatever platonic kisses they had come to exchange. Now, when that fiction of his teenage imagination had become reality, though not by his own accord, Remus didn't know what to do.<br/>Thought maybe he had ought to see it coming, the kiss caught Remus by surprise. Barely getting to close his eyes, both Remus heart and thoughts were racing, unable to process it everything that had lead them to this moment.<br/>Remus' skin felt like it was burning under Sirius' touch and he could hardly breathe, his heart feeling like it was effectively knocking the air out of his lungs with each beat. Finding himself unable to do anything else, Remus grip around Sirius' wrist tightened as he pulled away from the other's proximity before ever having reciprocated the kiss.