Remus moved his hands over him to hold onto the edge of the desk as Severus fucked him within an inch of his life. He blinked and watched, eyes lidded and vision a bit foggy, but he could see well enough.
Fucking hell, that's gorgeous.
And the sounds, so primal and deep and perfect, Remus moaned and sighed, seeing Snape like this was such a wonderful revelation.
Then his lover slammed in and was still. Remus clenched around him, wanting to feel Severus pulse into him, tightening his legs again.
Remus smiled lazily up at Snape. He looked debauched, hair mussed, ink smeared around, scratches down his chest, lips red and swollen, voice hoarse from grunting and groaning.
Remus looked up at Severus and blinked a few more times. He felt...Something definite, defineable. Something very similar to how he'd felt on the altar at Luxuria after Kirill had taken him there.
Love, you idiot. You love him, you've loved him for a long time.
And he knew it was true.
Remus pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Severus intently. He was still, eyes closed, catching his breath. Leaning on his hands, on the desk. Remus looked at his arms.
There it was. On his left forarm: The Dark Mark.
He leaned up and took Severus' hand in his, kissing his wrist, then up his arm to the Mark. He kissed it gently, the snake, the skull, all of it, small, soft kisses that obviously were unrelated to the fantastic sex they'd just had.
I accept you, all of you. I love you.
Then, Remus closed his eyes and lay back down, sighing contentedly.
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Date: 2005-05-28 03:39 am (UTC)Fucking hell, that's gorgeous.
And the sounds, so primal and deep and perfect, Remus moaned and sighed, seeing Snape like this was such a wonderful revelation.
Then his lover slammed in and was still. Remus clenched around him, wanting to feel Severus pulse into him, tightening his legs again.
Remus smiled lazily up at Snape. He looked debauched, hair mussed, ink smeared around, scratches down his chest, lips red and swollen, voice hoarse from grunting and groaning.
Remus looked up at Severus and blinked a few more times. He felt...Something definite, defineable. Something very similar to how he'd felt on the altar at Luxuria after Kirill had taken him there.
Love, you idiot. You love him, you've loved him for a long time.
And he knew it was true.
Remus pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Severus intently. He was still, eyes closed, catching his breath. Leaning on his hands, on the desk. Remus looked at his arms.
There it was. On his left forarm: The Dark Mark.
He leaned up and took Severus' hand in his, kissing his wrist, then up his arm to the Mark. He kissed it gently, the snake, the skull, all of it, small, soft kisses that obviously were unrelated to the fantastic sex they'd just had.
I accept you, all of you. I love you.
Then, Remus closed his eyes and lay back down, sighing contentedly.