"You were attracted to me, weren't you?"

He moves one step closer when he says this, but Remus is uncompelled to move away.

"I don't know," and it isn't a lie.

Sirius moves another step closer. "Are you attracted to me now?"

"Yes."

Sirius closes the distance between the two of them and thrusts his lips against Remus'. Sirius' tongue slips between Remus' parted lips, and a tangled mess falls to the nearest chair.

Remus is perfectly aware that the tryst is a result of mutual loneliness and not of legitimate, true feelings.

Still. The morning will hurt like hell.