[ For as much as he talks a big game, there are times Regulus still panics, still pulls away, and none of the reasons have to do with Remus. He's better than he used to be, but it's difficult to get past years of conditioning. Tonight though he's in top form, returning the kiss and pressing as close as he can, legs parting easily for Remus' knee and using it as leverage to lean into him. ]
You. I want you. [ It's breathed out against his mouth, punctuated with a very gentle nip of his own. He kisses him then, lingering and slow. ] Whatever you'll give me.
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You. I want you. [ It's breathed out against his mouth, punctuated with a very gentle nip of his own. He kisses him then, lingering and slow. ] Whatever you'll give me.