The intimacy of parting his lips for Sirius sent a shiver down Remus' spine. Nothing could fully have prepared him for how such a simple thing could threaten to make his knee buckle.<br/>The gesture had sent Remus' mind for a loop; in that moment, all he could think of was the thousand other things he'd wished Sirius would have entertained his lips with. Remus couldn't help but smile.<br/>It was inevitable to notice the change in Sirius' voice, and, though ridiculous as his words might have been, Remus was prepared to do almost everything to get Sirius that flustered again. He picked the cigarette out of his mouth, the smile still shining through. "Thanks, mate."<br/>Remus had acted with such restraint around Sirius for the last couple of weeks and, as if by a butterfly effect, the thing that finally made Remus indulge had been the simple act of raising his hand to eye level. Once having raised it, Remus found it impossible not to reach out for Sirius.<br/>With the cigarette still held between his fingers, Remus carded his hand through Sirius' hair, pushing away the hairs which had draped themselves across Sirius' temple before settling at the nape of his neck.<br/>Remus' touch had an air of urgency to them, finding it hard to stop touching Sirius once he had allowed himself to do so. His other hand found purpose on Sirius' jaw, urging the other to tilt his head upwards, before Remus, with an equal sense of urgency, leaned in to press a kiss onto Sirius' lips.