No longer feeling like they were kissing with an intent to get to something, everything suddenly felt a little more indulgent. It carried with it a sense of intimacy that Remus didn’t read much into, having before found himself in situations with people who craved that kind of touch and little else. Remus would never hold it against Sirius, but it was a little juvenile and sweet in a way that made Remus smile into the kiss, happy to be able to be here for Sirius in a way that felt right to him.<br/>Ducking his head slightly to the side, Remus peppered a few deliberate kisses to Sirius’ cheek and jaw, superficial in a way that didn’t ask for more.<br/>“Here,” he urged, his hands taking a true hold of Sirius’ hips to push him backwards.<br/>Glancing over Sirius’ shoulder, Remus steadied himself in the dark room. Having stalled by the front door, either of their two beds would have made for a more comfortable option. Still, Sirius’ rejection fresh in his mind, it was towards his own desk that Remus led Sirius. The chair tucked away beneath it where he had left it this morning, Remus urged Sirius up on the desk a little off center, hands briefly curled around Sirius’ outer thighs to help brace his weight.<br/>Letting go of Sirius, Remus’ hands found the tabletop a little behind Sirius’ hips. It offered a steady surface as he leaned forward, a smile pulling at his lips. Though different from Remus might have expected, he was entertained by this dynamic, too.<br/>“Alright?”