Now Remus was starting to wonder what was going on. Sure, he'd told Snape he liked men, but he'd never said anything about liking it rough.

And, boy did he like it rough. Remus smiled a little bit, recalling him and Kirill and the scratching, biting...

Biting...

Oh, fuck.

"Oh, fuck."

He moves his hand to his neck and feels what must be an extremely noticeable bite mark still there. It had been deep and hadn't healed yet. And he'd worn it here, seemingly on purpose. But he had forgotten, he'd woken late and been so obsessed with not being late...

Remus stares at Snape, openmouthed, obviously shocked that he'd forgotten, not knowing what to say.

"I...Uhmm. I..."