While the feeling of Sirius’ clutching at his waist was<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>to Remus, he hadn’t completely lost foresight of where they were. It had been bold to kiss Sirius mid argument, but even bolder doing so in the too-open hallway of their professor’s terrace house. It offered little shelter and few mercies, and as Remus leaned into the kiss, there was nothing he wanted more than to cheat himself for another split second in Sirius’ proximity.<br/>Still meeting the kiss with unabashed desire, Remus’ hands fell from Sirius’ face, drawing a quick and decided line across his chest and down the length of his arms.<br/>It was a poor excuse for discretion, the way Remus’ hands closed around Sirius’ wrist, tugging them off of his waist. Still, Remus’ hands remained on Sirius’, keeping them steady in the narrow space between them, offering a quicker escape should any of the remaining dinner guest appear.