It was quite thrilling feeling the weight shift; while the hand on Sirius’ waist had been little more than a caress, it helped carry Sirius’ weight, gently easing him further backwards. Remus followed with him, although the kiss eventually became too difficult to sustain; it broke when Sirius couldn’t have been more than a few inches above the mattress.<br/>Still braced with a hand on the mattress, Remus leaned above Sirius, heartbeat loud in his ears. For all ease and care he carried himself with, Remus felt tightly wound, and the sight of Sirius’ partially beneath him did little to diminish the flush that shimmered across his skin.<br/>Sirius really was a work of art, but in that moment, Remus was paying more attention to the emotions his features expressed. Sirius looked just as wired as Remus felt, and it was difficult to distinguish anticipation from fright.<br/>Trying to regain his footing, Remus sat back a little. As he did, his hands withdrew with him, falling idle at the jut of Sirius’ hips.<br/>“Good?” he wanted to check, almost sounding out of breath.