The feeling of Sirius' hand down his spine made Remus flinch, inadvertently pushing himself further into the kiss in an attempt to distance himself from the touch. Though the close proximity was intoxicating, his skin felt uncomfortably thin under Sirius' hands, serving as an anxious reminder of his poor state of being.<br/>Desperately needing to deafen that discomfort, Remus' hand once again balled up around Sirius' shirt. This time around, his hand had wandered around Sirius' shoulder, catching the fabric that covered his shoulder blades. Blindly and with little effect, Remus tugged at the fabric, making it ride up another bit further up Sirius' back.<br/>Having enough insight to realize Sirius' shirt wouldn't be budging as long as they didn't move, Remus finally broke the kiss with an audible gasp. His pupils were blown and his face flushed as he leaned slightly backwards, remaining close while still putting his weight on his knees and shins.<br/>His hands freed, they both moved to Sirius' bare sides, his hands pushing the shirt up as they moved upwards.<br/>"Your shirt," he choked out. His voice sounded unrecognizable to him, still raw from both the moon and the night. A cough got stuck in his throat, reverberating against Sirius' chest as as Remus leaned back in to press hot kisses to Sirius' newly exposed sternum. Once again pressing close to the other, his voice was barely more than a sigh as he continued. "Sirius, your shirt."