Once Sirius locked the door behind them he felt as if the world stood still.
Despite having spent the entire evening together with Remus, he still found that there was something deeply alluring about him. He wanted to be closer to him, feeling an itch in his fingers that he wasn’t willing to ignore.
He barely noticed when he dropped his jacket, too focused on Remus dropping his, instead he simply crossed the distance between them, relieved to finally get to actually be alone with him. It felt like second nature to place his hands on Remus, one on his jaw the other on his shoulders, as he leant down to kiss him.

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Remus’ stomach flipped the moment Sirius’ took off his coat, once again revealing the fact that underneath, he was wearing a dress. Remus hadn’t forgotten. In fact, it hadn’t ever left his consciousness, painfully, constantly, deafeningly aware of it, but still it took him aback seeing it here where he knew Sirius so differently.
He could have stared at Sirius for hours, had the other not crossed the distance between them. Remus then realised he could kiss him for hours, too.
Meeting the embrace in every way he could, Remus both tipped his chin to eagerly meet the angle of the kiss, and catching him by his hips, pulling him closer.

Despite how much of a regular occurrence it was becoming, there was still something absolutely intoxicating about the way Remus always seemed to respond to his touches. While Sirius was still shy with them, Remus seemed eager to accept any little caress that Sirius was willing to bestow, which only made Sirius want him even more.
It still seemed incredible to him how easily Remus seemed to fit into against his body, how he now stretched slightly rather than leaning down, almost as if it made no difference to him at all.
Feeling bold for once, Sirius allowed both of his hands to drop to the edge of Remus’ shirts, pushing up the sweater vest he was wearing slightly, just to run his hands over clothed skin underneath. It wasn’t exactly what he had wanted but he was building up to it, trying to properly work up the nerve.

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The feeling of Sirius’ wandering hands made Remus’ stomach flip, muscles flexing beneath the touch as Sirius’ fingers pushed beneath the most substantial of Remus’ layers, suddenly finding him so close.
Searching to encourage the touch, Remus’ hands trailed from Sirius’ hips to his waist, easing the hold he had on him and allowing for more space between them for Sirius’ hands to move. It forced Remus further on his toes, above all unwilling to break the kiss, a pleased smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
It was everything, far more than Sirius had been comfortable offering just even weeks ago, and still it wasn’t enough; the effort put into forcing himself to remain level and patient in this made Remus light headed.

Everything about Remus was so intoxicating to Sirius, constantly wanting more and faster than he had ever wanted with anyone else. No matter how many times he had turned it around in his head, Sirius hadn’t managed to figure out what it was about Remus that made him so different and he realised that tonight it really wasn’t important.
What was important was important was getting the clothes off of Remus, finding that he was wearing far too many layers.
With an uncharacteristic boldness, Sirius took a hold of the hem of Remus’ sweater vest and started pulling it over his head. It meant briefly breaking their kiss but Sirius was quick to catch his lips again as he dropped the vest on the floor.

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The intent with which Sirius reached for him sent a shiver up Remus’ spine in the same motion that Sirius tugged his vest upwards, threatening to make Remus’ knees buckle with the sheer force of it all. While Remus had thought he had grown used to being the subject of Sirius’ attraction, he couldn’t have anticipated the feel and weight of it, the way Sirius suddenly showed it in every unrestrained touch and kiss.
It spilled out of Remus as a gasp, but the sound was cut short by Sirius’ chased kiss and muddled into a wrecked little sound when Remus once again reached for Sirius. This time around, it was harder to justify keeping a distance between them, tracing a frantic line across Sirius’ midriff, and around the curve of his waist in a blind search for the ties of the corset.

Hearing the gasp from Remus made Sirius eager for more, knowing that he wanted to do anything in his power to keep Remus making sounds like that.
Sirius’ hands found Remus again as well, holding onto the collar of his shirt instead, keen to get even more clothes off of him, however he was briefly distracted by the feeling of Remus’ eager hands searching for something. He was always going to be a little taken aback by just how eager Remus seemed to be for him, and he was keen to show the same interest in return.
Still finding that there were too many layers between them, Sirius moved his hands from Remus’ collar to the buttons of shirt, working on them with such an eager that it made him clumsy. Not that that phased him though, too focused on the job at hand to be able to think of anything else.

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While Remus had been able to undo the first lace of the corset, it barely budged from where it had been tightened, and the task of unpicking it was too tedious for it to feel attainable, not with Sirius’ hands ghosting above his midriff.
Instead, Remus’ hands skimmed up across the ties before breaking to reach for Sirius’ jaw, cupping it with both hands.
Brushing the hair away from Sirius’ face, Remus’ hands settled around his neck, barely managing to keep it out of the way, Sirius’ subtly downturned angle encouraging it to fall between them. Through it, the kiss became unsteady, barely coherent despite their continued proximity.
“That’s so good, Si,” Remus encouraged in a short breath, because there was little that rang as true, his skin alight beneath Sirius’ eagerness. “You’re doing so good.”

The compliment sent a shiver down Sirius’ spine, momentarily distracting him from the job at hand, but he was quick to regain himself enough to continue; the urge to see running so much deeper than his thrill of getting told that he was doing a good job, though that was no insubstantial.
It almost made him want to laugh, just how strong the hold Remus had on him was, and it caused him to grin widely, feeling light and airy as he unbuttoned Remus’ shirt the rest of the way.
Once the final button was open, Sirius found himself glancing down, once again met by that captivating rosette pattern and feeling so absolutely struck by just how stunning Remus was.
“You’re so beautiful,” he found himself saying before even thinking, running a hand over the naked skin, heart flipping in his chest at the fact that he finally found the courage to do so.

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Sirius’ hand against Remus’ chest felt burning hot.
Remus had been told that, tossed into thin air in a moment of passion, but he hadn’t heard it like this, in a pause nor so deliberately. Somewhere in Sirius’ voice there was a because of it rather than a despite it and it took Remus aback to the point where it was hard to distinguish whether he wanted to shy away from the caress, or have Sirius’ palmprint seared into his skin for him to carry with him, always.
“Yeah?” he challenged with a hazy smile, but the tease came out unconvincing, even to his own ears.
Absentmindedly brushing a few stray hairs away from Sirius’ face, Remus’ hands this time around fell from Sirius’ neck to his clavicles, where his tattoos peered forth from beneath the neckline of the dress.
His voice was still devastatingly soft, lost in Sirius’ new found assertiveness, and unable not to push for more. “Kiss me, then.”

Sirius really didn’t need to be told that twice.
He kept his hands on Remus’ bare skin, not keen to let go now that he had finally found the courage to do so, as he leant down to kiss him again.
It was a constant wonder to him just how easy it was to kiss Remus, even if he had done it all night, it still managed to feel new and excited; though still comforting and simple. He liked Remus so much and he was so excited that he actually got to celebrate the new year with him, especially when it was like this.

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Remus met the kiss grinning, but he returned it starved. He wanted more of this, no matter if it came prompted or unprompted, finding that it was the ease with which Sirius offered it that made it so intoxicating.
Carding his hands back to the nape of Sirius’ neck, Remus stretched to ease the angle.
“Come on,” he encouraged into the corner of Sirius’ mouth, barely breaking the kiss to speak. “Let’s get in bed.”

Sirius grinned at that, finding that everything about them seemed rushed and a little juvenile, making Sirius feel desired in a way that made him shiver. For once in his life, there was no hesitation as he lead Remus towards his bed, feeling pleased and at ease with his decision to sleep with Remus again.
“Alright,” he stated with a wide grin, wanting to be able to keep kissing Remus, but the grin on his lips was making that terribly difficult.

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