The intent with which Sirius reached for him sent a shiver up Remus’ spine in the same motion that Sirius tugged his vest upwards, threatening to make Remus’ knees buckle with the sheer force of it all. While Remus had thought he had grown used to being the subject of Sirius’ attraction, he couldn’t have anticipated the<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>and weight of it, the way Sirius suddenly showed it in every unrestrained touch and kiss.<br/>It spilled out of Remus as a gasp, but the sound was cut short by Sirius’ chased kiss and muddled into a wrecked little sound when Remus once again reached for Sirius. This time around, it was harder to justify keeping a distance between them, tracing a frantic line across Sirius’ midriff, and around the curve of his waist in a blind search for the ties of the corset.