The breathy note of Sirius’ voice had Remus’ closing his eyes. He felt flushed, his body and mind tightly wound, almost made dizzy by the effort put into pacing themselves.<br/>When Remus inched further down Sirius’ chest, he shifted, this time making a point of seating himself with both knees between Sirius’ legs. Immediately, it changed the angles, and Remus’ hands skimmed from Sirius’ ribs to his upper thighs, hands heavy as he braced himself to place another kiss above Sirius’ navel.<br/>“Is this okay?” he repeated, this time sitting back just far enough that he could look at Sirius.<br/>Pressing his thumbs into the flesh of Sirius’ thighs, Remus’ hands trailed back upwards, thumbs settling at the hollows of his pelvis.<br/>“Can I?”