The werewolf would grip onto that darker hand when Jalil took his smaller one up, and he was moving his body a little closer to get a better angle for the kiss. They were laying down, and that made this making out. The idea caused blood to spread up into Remus' cheeks in a rush and blue eyes squinted partially shut, then slid closed. This was a good feeling. He felt warm and safe here, and he had no doubts about how good this felt.
But eventually, that kiss would end, and he'd just lay right near the other boy, pleased with himself and smiling away, hand squeezing some on Jalil's.