There was an extremely juvenile energy to their embrace, one that spoke of teenagers who were home alone for an hour rather than adults in their own flat. Sirius<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>want to take his time with Remus, not wanting to rush through it, but he also wanted everything right now. Remus was intoxicating and Sirius was drunk on him, wanting to hear more, see more, and just getting to be the one who made Remus feel that way and knowing that he was the reason behind it all.<br/>He kept up with the movement of his hips, wanting to do anything in his might to keep Remus pleased and happy to be in his embrace.<br/>Once Sirius reached Remus’ collarbone, he leant up to find his lips once more. The kiss was clumsy, desperate with everything that Sirius couldn’t say to Remus, and just eager to please.