For long moments, Severus' only focus was the pleasure washing through him and his breathing.
Then he gasped and opened his eyes, looking intently down at Remus. He'd felt the soft touches to his wrist and arm, but hadn't truly connected them to reality before Remus' lips touched the Mark for the first time. Strong shivers went down his spine, as he mutely watched his lover kiss his most hated secret, the source of... so much misery and pain, and the ever present proof of his own stupidity and folly.
And Remus was kissing it, affectionately and so softly...
Severus resisted the strong urge to pull his arm away, draw away from Remus, ask what the fuck that was about. Because deep down, he knew. Remus knew who and what he was, knew his past, and ... still he wanted Severus.
It became even more obvious as his lover laid back on the desk, the picture of wanton pleasure, basking in the afterglow.
The Mark tingled and for a few more heartbeats, his eyes still fixed on Remus' face, he irrationally feared the connection to the Dark Lord had somehow related what had happened to him... or that a summon was coming up.
But this felt good, not at all as the sometimes gradual buildup towards the searing pain. It wasn't always sudden after all. But this tingling was not that. This was like the tingling he had felt in his lips after the kisses they'd shared.
Remus looked irresistable like this, and Severus didn't even pretend to try resisting it. Releasing Remus' hips, he leaned forward, one hand supporting him on the desk, the other curling into Remus' hair as he pulled him up into a kiss.
They should perhaps talk, about this, but hadn't there always been too many words between them? Maybe now was the time to be silent.
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Date: 2005-05-28 04:03 am (UTC)Then he gasped and opened his eyes, looking intently down at Remus. He'd felt the soft touches to his wrist and arm, but hadn't truly connected them to reality before Remus' lips touched the Mark for the first time. Strong shivers went down his spine, as he mutely watched his lover kiss his most hated secret, the source of... so much misery and pain, and the ever present proof of his own stupidity and folly.
And Remus was kissing it, affectionately and so softly...
Severus resisted the strong urge to pull his arm away, draw away from Remus, ask what the fuck that was about. Because deep down, he knew. Remus knew who and what he was, knew his past, and ... still he wanted Severus.
It became even more obvious as his lover laid back on the desk, the picture of wanton pleasure, basking in the afterglow.
The Mark tingled and for a few more heartbeats, his eyes still fixed on Remus' face, he irrationally feared the connection to the Dark Lord had somehow related what had happened to him... or that a summon was coming up.
But this felt good, not at all as the sometimes gradual buildup towards the searing pain. It wasn't always sudden after all. But this tingling was not that. This was like the tingling he had felt in his lips after the kisses they'd shared.
Remus looked irresistable like this, and Severus didn't even pretend to try resisting it. Releasing Remus' hips, he leaned forward, one hand supporting him on the desk, the other curling into Remus' hair as he pulled him up into a kiss.
They should perhaps talk, about this, but hadn't there always been too many words between them? Maybe now was the time to be silent.