Their eyes and hands kept roving over each other, their limbs kept pressing together. Sirius’s brain was fuzzy with champagne, the thrumming music, the glittering lights, and the hot night. But mostly it was with Remus himself. He was mesmerizing, hypnotic. His scent, his movements, the sound of his deep voice rasping in Sirius’s ear. The long, golden column of his throat glistening under the fairy lights. Sirius’s blood hummed and his skin itched like an addict. Every touch made him want more, a raw, intense craving that clawed in his gut.