It was everything he hoped it would be. Everything he had wanted it desperately to be. Familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.
They were older, certainly, and he knew that they could both do with feeding - yet the taste was still the same, the fit of their bodies together was the same, and the loving murmers were the same.
As he burrowed deeper into Remus' arms, Sirius Black realised that there were some good memories that were embedded so deeply into his soul that even the Dementors and then time beyond the Veil could not remove them, and he thanked whatever dieties there were that Remus Lupin was one of them.
Finally they parted, lips separating the necessary inches for words, yet still searching, small kisses still being exchanged, each rediscovering the beloved taste of the other.
"Welcome home, Sirius."