There had been a million more things on the tip of Remus’ tongue when he asked. This had been the breaking point last night, and Remus was acutely aware of it going in. Thick on his tongue were the alternatives he wanted to offer, unsure if Sirius would know that not wanting this wouldn’t necessarily mean they’d have to stop.<br/>His brain suddenly felt deafeningly silent the moment Sirius gave his consent, his racing mind forced to a standstill.<br/>Sirius looked just as much a wreck as Remus himself felt, flushed and out of his depth, but ultimately there and willing. It made Remus’ stomach flip as his mind started to uncloud, overwhelmed by the weight of Sirius’ gaze. Withdrawing his fingers from beneath the lining, Remus shifted backwards, sitting back to free his other hand from having to balance his weight.<br/>“You can change your mind,” he reminded, feeling his cheeks heat as he ducked his gaze to his hand on Sirius’ fly, reality only then sinking in. Both hands finding Sirius’ fly, Remus couldn’t stop the urge to let his left hand trail the lining from Sirius’ midriff towards his hip, fingers skimming across the skin above it.<br/>For a moment, Remus seemed deep in thought.<br/>“I want you to feel good,” he eventually said, his voice a juvenile afterthought as his eyes once again met Sirius’. Slow to appear, a grin pulled at his lips, before allowing them to finally cross that line. With great care, he undid the button of Sirius’ trousers, unable to stop his gaze from dipping to it. “So keep telling me, yeah?”