As Sirius approached, Remus vowed not to think about what would happen later. If this was the only time he ever got to kiss Sirius, he was going to make it worth all the others he could never have.
Sirius's assurance that it was just him tugged at something deep inside, making his breath hitch. For the moment at least, Remus allowed himself to believe, really believe, that Sirius wanted to do this on his own, and that, like for him, the baggage was simply helping him recognise his desire. The brush of Sirius's lips against his was perfect, as was the slight graze of his stubble as Remus's hand crept up shyly to cradle the other man's face. Remus let himself sink into the kiss, pouring his emotions into it, and Merlin... it really was everything he'd ever wanted.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and when their lips broke apart, Remus found he couldn't open his eyes. It was as though he were afraid the sensation, the ghost of Sirius's lips would leave his... And if Sirius left, Remus didn't want to see it.