Remus was still smiling when Sirius kissed him, and found it difficult not to smile through it. It felt juvenile in the best way, the way Sirius’ so transparently reverted back to what was comfortable. Remus could never mind, however, the initiative behind each kiss Sirius bestowed him enough to make his stomach flip.<br/>Wanting to encourage it, his free hand curled around Sirius’ jaw, a pleaded prolongation of the kiss, even if it was Remus himself who struggled to reciprocate it.<br/>Instead, it trailed barely an inch, pressing another kiss to the corner of Sirius’ mouth. Moving his hand aside, Remus kissed Sirius’ jaw, then one on the column of his neck.<br/>“Go on,” he reiterated, a smile on his lips where they barely ghosted Sirius’ skin.