Whatever or whoever had gotten to Remus, convinced him somehow that this was so so so much better than before, Sirius needed to buy a gift, a nice large thank you gift. Fuck, Sirius was squirming underneath Moony's rough treatment. His skin was flushed, and his fingers dug in a little into Moony's face. Oh the skin was hot, and Sirius was greedily taking as many kisses as he could, one small area of control he was keeping, though, oh, it was hard to even kiss sometimes, the way their hips rubbed together. Sometimes, Sirius seriously questioned his choice to wear jeans. Yes, they relatively hid erections in public, but fuck were they binding, and they felt painfully tight.
But oooh, Remus took his wrists - not hands, wrists, hot - which Sirius liked the way that implied- What? Sirius continued to lean forward even as Remus pulled back, as he stepped back. For a spot of wall, Sirius had been quite fond of it at the moment. But he followed along, as Remus was far hotter than that wall had ever been. Over Remus's shoulder, Sirius saw the bed, and his face became a wicked grin. Beds had a lot over walls, including at the moment the leather restraints.
Already having pulled closer as the shirt began coming off, Sirius's eyes looked up again at the words. But then, even while he kissed Remus, Sirius was a bit confused, even though there were many ways he wanted to take that word. "A meeting?" he asked.