Remus realised he quite liked being kissed by Sirius, a smile inevitably pulling at the corners of his mouth. It was a far cry from the eagerness with which he had expressed himself, much more careful than the way others kissed him; it was sweet.<br/>Shifting to meet Sirius better, Remus pushed himself off of his headboard just far enough to sit up. While it offered a better stability to reciprocate the kiss, Remus didn’t push for more; barely meeting Sirius’ touch, Remus’ hand found Sirius’ knee.