He paused when Peter told him to stop, thrown off. It sounded like Peter was advocating self-restraint, which was an argument Sirius often dismissed. He had already jumped the hurdle of self-restraint in coming here. The mention of Moony didn't have as much impact as it should, since Padfoot had been working at the courage to come all night.
"Pete," he pleaded, tilting his head and kissing Peter's wrist. "I wanna be with you. Moony'll understand." Eventually. Probably. "You're my Wormtail. I'm your Padfoot." He nuzzled Peter's neck.