Feeling Sirius start to fidget about, Remus shifted his weight back a little, needing to place the movements. His hand remained heavy against Sirius’ hip as his gaze fell to Sirius’ hands. Seeing that gesture isolated only seemed to enhance the way everything felt fractured into singlets, no moments overlapping. It was all a single string of consciousness, everything appearing more indulgent because of it; they both got to witness even the smallest signs of progression.<br/>As soon as Sirius had discarded his shirt completely, Remus was quick to offer an alternative.<br/>“Keep going,” he encouraged, a gentle smile at his lips as he leaned in again, better within reach of one another; Sirius of Remus’ shirt, and Remus of Sirius’ lips.<br/>Stopping a few odd inches away from stealing yet another kiss, Remus’ eyes did fall to Sirius’ lips, seeming to consider it.<br/>“Can I kiss you elsewhere?” he asked, eyes darting up to meet Sirius’ once more. The smile that played at Remus’ lips was juvenile, but his voice was steady, the question entirely genuine.