Remus was well aware of the fat that he went into the kiss with weeks of pent up emotion and anticipation; he was equally aware of the fact that the kiss and the touches were rushed and desperate. Regardless, he shifted, slotting himself in the space between Sirius' thighs, not even considering asking for permission.<br/>Remus found some comfort in seeing some of his own desperation mirrored in Sirius' touches, yet the feeling of his hand brushing against his scalp almost made Remus' knees buckle. He had missed Sirius so much that the gentle caress hidden between the starved kiss almost managed to bring tears to Remus' eyes.<br/>Shifting his stance, Remus balanced himself on his knees in order to frame Sirius' face with both his hands. One remained curled around his jaw, while the other's thumb ghosting against the corner of Sirius' mouth.<br/>"I love you, too," Remus answered, comically delayed, as he barely leaned out of the kiss to speak. His thumb brushed against Sirius' bottom lip, and Remus was made breathless by the mere sight. "I love you."<br/>At that, Remus once again caught Sirius' lips with his own. With a soft sigh, Remus leaned into the kiss, hips rolling against Sirius'. He barely broke the kiss to mutter another airy, "I love you."