Sirius wanted to answer him with a clear mind, but how could he, with Remus laid out underneath him like a perfect, golden feast? He ran his hands over Remus’s chest and the muscles of his stomach and dipped his head to lick a warm, wet trail along the thin line of his scar. Remus gasped and arched against him, as Sirius traced his tongue along Remus’s hot, salty skin. Fuck, he had to stop. He kissed along Remus’s neck once more before making himself sit up again and took Remus’s face in his hands.