When Remus’ hands found Sirius again, so did Sirius’ with Remus, quick to wrap his arms around his shoulders as he stretched right back into the kiss, still finding the experience new and exciting. It was far from the first time Sirius had kissed someone, yet kissing Remus felt different to how he could remember kissing others had felt like and he felt drunk on it.<br/>With his coat gone, he suddenly felt Remus’ hands much closer, something that felt much more daring now that they were actually alone and not just stealing a moment away from a dinner party.<br/>It made his head spin so severely that he felt the need to cling unto Remus even further, almost as if he was afraid that he was either going to fall over or that Remus was going to disappear. It seemed juvenile, even to himself, but it still seemed like a dream to him to actually be kissing Remus, having given it a lot of thought since asking and the reality far outweighed the fantasy.