It was too much. Every time Sirius moved, Remus felt it beneath his hands; every time Sirius rolled his hips, Remus saw stars in his peripheral vision. Everything about their embrace was rushed, juvenile in that sense, yet Remus was so thrilled about it he could hardly contain it.<br/>The feeling of Sirius' lips against his neck were in time with the brush of his piercing against Remus' palm. Remus could hardly bear it, his grip around Sirius' hair tightening.<br/>When Remus tipped his head back against the armrest, it only served to amplify just how quickly they had allowed themselves to indulge in it. Remus saw the light above him, a crude reminder of where they were.<br/>Not wanting to linger at the repercussions, or the possibility of being interrupted, Remus shifted, freeing his arm from where it was pinned between them. Instead, it wrapped around Sirius' waist, settling at the lining of his trousers in a desperate plead for Sirius to repeat the motion.