[Remus loves that laugh – his real laugh, soft and happy, not the derisive laugh that so often accompanies sneers and cruel words. He readily takes Regulus up on his offer, stealing a kiss as his hands tighten and he pulls Regulus flush against him, one knee working its way between his legs. He's certain that Regulus will be able to feel just how much he wants him, though even now, he's always a bit hesitant about touching Regulus, desperately wanting to always but equally afraid to push too far.]
And what would you like, hm? [His tongue plays over Regulus' lower lip, teasing and nibbling as he did with his earlobe. Of course Remus wants all of him – he wants that and more – but only so long as he's sure that's what Regulus wants as well.]
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And what would you like, hm? [His tongue plays over Regulus' lower lip, teasing and nibbling as he did with his earlobe. Of course Remus wants all of him – he wants that and more – but only so long as he's sure that's what Regulus wants as well.]