Sirius loved those noises, and his hands didn't want to stop, even as he went backward. His fall to the ground was easy enough, and Sirius managed not to bang up his head. But his hands, after pulling Remus off balance, moved to catch him as well, one about at his hips, the other farther up his chest. They softened the blow, not that Sirius minded having a half-naked hot body fall on top of him. Then they were back to scratching and sliding along that skin.
Anticipation never made up for it, no, Sirius groaned as hips ground into his. It hadn't been a strict focus of his, especially lately, which meant it had been too long - in Sirius's opinion - since something like this happened. His hips pushed up against Remus's, his breathing hard, and there was nothing to kiss, bite, with Remus like that. No wait, Sirius's head turned to the side, where he began kissing and nipping at Remus's arm, his tongue moving in circles against the skin.