Kissing Sirius could quite frankly become addictive. How readily and easily Sirius returned the kiss made Remus' mind go foggy, making him question why he had ever stopped doing so. Despite the various intoxicating agents currently in his system, Remus could already tell this was going to be an issue.<br/>The feeling of Sirius' hands tightening around his shirt made Remus gasp into the kiss, the chill of Sirius' hands making it almost painfully aware that they had crept under one of two layers of clothing. Desperately needing to convey that Remus wanted more - in fact, that Sirius' touch wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">close</span>to enough - Remus tightened his grip around Sirius' hair, urging him to stay close.<br/>While one hand remained demandingly at Sirius' hair, the one against his jaw wandered. It dipped, momentarily wrapping itself around Sirius' neck, before turning, fingers catching by the neck of Sirius' shirt and brushing against the warm skin just below.