There was something undeniably thrilling about being in a partial state of undress in front of Sirius, the weight of his gaze sending a thrill down Remus’ spine. Sirius looked at him like he was trying to soak him up; surprising, even to himself, Remus wanted him to.<br/>It was, however, quite difficult not to indulge, with Sirius all dressed up for Christmas and asking him so nicely.<br/>“Come here,” he muttered, softly and mainly to fill the air between them.<br/>Shifting his weight forward a bit, Remus’ hands brushed across the top of Sirius’ thighs before his fingers dipped beneath the rib edge of Sirius’ sweater, palms running up his side. In contrast to Remus himself, Sirius’ shirt was visible both at the cuffs and at the collar, and Remus attentively pushed the sweater apart from the cotton, allowing Sirius the opportunity of undressing a layer at the time.