Moments ago, Remus had been unable to ground himself in his own body; now, with Sirius' arms wrapped around him, it felt like every fiber og his being was burning up. The sheer willingness and desperation of Sirius' responses was making Remus' head spin completely clouding any cohesive thoughts. With no sense of reality, Remus let out an unfiltered, sighed moan against Sirius' lips.<br/>Wanting nothing more than to respond to every single one of Sirius' small signals and pleads, Remus' hand quickly left Sirius' hair. Barely moving away, it instead buried itself in the sheets beside Sirius' neck, using it to steady himself as he leaned further over Sirius and into the embrace.<br/>Remus wasn't present enough to judge whether they were rushing into it; if the sensible thing had been to start gentler. The kiss was heavy  and harsh with years of pent up anticipation, and Remus felt unable to see any logic through that. All he was truly aware of, was the knowledge that his fingers had lost contact with Sirius.<br/>Remus' left hand moved, blindly reaching out for Sirius' side. Needing to ground himself in the feeling of Sirius beneath him, Remus' hand palmed against Sirius' waist before eventually wedging itself between the small of Sirius' back and the mattress. The movements had effectively pushed Sirius' shirt up, and, when Remus was finally able to wrap an arm around Sirius' waist, all Remus felt was an endless amount of bare skin.<br/>With another little sound, Remus tightened his grip, selfishly urging Sirius closer, arching the other's back.