The silence was beautiful, more so than any piece of music that he'd ever heard. His hand reached out and gently drew Sirius in for another soft kiss as his eyes closed and he took the time he needed to show Sirius's his answer. But Sirius had a thick skull, and Remus knew he needed the verbal response. "I promise that I'm your Remus," he said, looking at the man who consumed him. He kept an arm around the other's waist as he looked at the man before him. Sirius was so bloody perfect: those dark eyes, that perfect nose, the dip in his chin. It all formed to create an Adonis, someone that Remus felt he paled in comparison with. And while Remus was in no case set on topping Sirius...he couldn't help but covet the other's arse as it laid out for him to see it so perfect. There was at least the sick pride in the fact that Remus was larger than Sirius in very important department. But being a werewolf had to have one helpful factor.