Remus did what he could to commit Sirius’ answer to memory, struck by the difference between the perceived intent of Sirius’ touches and the hesitancy in his reply. The given phrasings and reactions felt significant in their shyness, every interrupted sentence feeling like they carried a thousand implications that Sirius couldn’t seem to commit to say.<br/>There was no disappointment visible in Remus’ expression; if anything, Remus looked at Sirius with a sense of intrigue, a grin pulling at his lips.<br/>“You can have this,” he assured boyishly, charmed by the way speaking up seemed to fluster Sirius to this degree. When he had asked what Sirius wanted, this was certainly an option.<br/>With a deliberate ease, Remus removed his hands from Sirius’ fly, leisurely following the waistband to settle at the small of his back. Remus once again tugged Sirius closer and a little up, inviting him to stretch just as Remus himself leaned in to once again kiss Sirius, his interest not diluted by the boundary Sirius had set between them.