[Remus isn't sure what he was expecting, really. Maybe that they'd talk this over and agree mutually that it's stupid. Or something. Whatever it is, he's not expecting to be the talkative one for once. And he really, really isn't expecting Sirius to step in and just...kiss him like that. Remus freezes, his whole body going tense, and before he can even really think about it or give himself permission, he's leaning right into Sirius's hand on his cheek.
He's kissing him back. And, Merlin's beard, it's nice. It's really, really nice to kiss Sirius Black and if he hasn't thought it might be a thousand times then he's a damned liar. And suddenly he's very glad they've come outside because he's pretty sure if he knew people were watching them, he'd spontaneously combust.]
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He's kissing him back. And, Merlin's beard, it's nice. It's really, really nice to kiss Sirius Black and if he hasn't thought it might be a thousand times then he's a damned liar. And suddenly he's very glad they've come outside because he's pretty sure if he knew people were watching them, he'd spontaneously combust.]