Sirius felt a firm pressure on his lower back as Remus’s hands slid underneath the hem of his t-shirt, warm and wanting, twisting the soft fabric between his fingers and drawing them closer until their hips pressed together maddeningly. Sirius’s mouth ghosted upward, across Remus’s Adam’s apple and settling just underneath the hinge of his jaw. Sirius barely touched Remus’s skin, but goosebumps erupted beneath his lips with every word he breathed against his neck.