Remus began to argue, but Sirius had already put his mouth to better use. The kiss was forceful, all teeth and no compassion as Sirius worked to wrangle Remus into submission. When the kisses moved down his neck stopping at his pulse, Remus let out a low moan and finally started to relax in Sirius" arms. It had been years since Remus had been with another witch or wizard, of course even longer for Sirius, but they fell into a comfortable rhythm. It felt like muscle memory, their entwined history reminding their bodies of exactly what to do even after all their time apart. 