"Sirius, what are you...?" Remus started to ask as he back up against one of the many desks within the room, wondering just what was wrong with his friend.

His question was silenced by the demand which was quickly followed by the kiss that he had been dreaming of and yearning for for the last four years but just like with everything else, logic pushed it's way to the front of the werewolf's mind.

"Padfoot we shouldn't be doing this." He muttered after breaking their kiss, pushing the larger man away from him slightly he slipped out of Sirius' arms and around the other side of the desk.