While Sirius was desperate to finally get to touch Remus, he also couldn’t deny the thrill that ran down his back at having his hands restrained. It was stupid and Sirius knew that it was, too much out in the open for the level of intensity, the level of<span style="font-style: italic">desire</span>, that seemed to have overtaken both of them but Sirius found it desperately hard to care too much about that.<br/>It was only when he heard a loud clatter from the kitchen, likely a pot being dropped into the sink, that he found his whereabouts enough to break the kiss, though it wasn’t what he actually wanted to do.<br/>With Remus still holding onto his wrists and with his back pressed against the wall, the breaking of the kiss didn’t actually create any distance between the two of them, making Sirius very aware of how heavily he was breathing and how desperately he wished that he could get to kiss Remus again, but he didn’t have the nerve to do so.