Sirius' brushed caresses had been seneint electric charges to Remus' skin, prolonging his afterglow as the touches, every now and then, made his breath hitch in a shiver. Sirius' question caught him unprepared, lulled to rest by the sheer bliss of their embrace.<br/>"Yeah," he laughed, voice almost a cough with disuse. He had been deep in thought, only realizing the god forsaken conditions he had lived in by the stark comparison to the softness of the bed and the heart-stopping warmth of Sirius presence.<br/>Delayed, his hand shifted from where it had lazily rested upon Sirius shoulder blade. With new found purpose, both Remus' hands trailed Sirius' spine, pressing down on the toned muscles of Sirius' back.<br/>His eyes were still closed, head comfortably tipped back against the pillow. Thoughtlessly, his fingers drew firm patterns against the soft, pliable skin of the small of Sirius' back.<br/>When he spoke, his voice had softened. "You're so good to me."