No, there was no way Remus could stop now unless he wanted to go home immediately and take care of himself. Obviously, that was his last choice. As soon as the fingers were touching him, a shiver ran through his spine, a subtle moan escaping his lips and falling against Sirius' flesh. When Sirius reached the middle of his back at the lowest spot, right above his pants, his eyes fluttered and he bit down again into the crook of his neck.
And then, because he couldn't stand it anymore, he ripped his own shirt off, following the way Sirius had taken his off. His left shoulder was the worst, but there were many scars across his chest, all old and a light shade of pink. Remus stood there for a moment and then took Sirius' face between his hands, pulling him in for a deep kiss.