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Venice...

Severus should have left by now, having completed his task. But he couldn't stop looking into the fog rolling in through the canals from the bay, swallowing up the small boats, the houses and the low bridges, already now swirling around his ankles. It moved fast, unstoppable and chilling, not only in its physical temperature, but also in the eerie muffled silence it created around him, and the lack of clear vision.

For a moment he almost longed to hear the tell-tale sharp cracks of Apparition, telling him that he had finally been found. Either by the Aurors or Potter and his little cadre. Neither had found him to date, but he was growing weary and tired.

And every day he spent so far away from Remus, cracked him just a bit more. Severus had never indulged himself in 'what-if' day-dreams. But for short moments he did, as the fog finally reached him fully and all he could see were swirling shades of white going over grey to black. Shadows and light were blurred and all edges gone.

What if he simply stopped? What if he simply stopped heeding the summons? What if he allowed himself the selfish pleasure of living his own life and staying in Brooklyn, close his lover and the simulacrum of normality Severus felt in his company?

What if...

Unsettling the thick fog around him, Severus turned to look behind him, for once not moved by paranoia, but by wary curiousity.

There was nothing behind him, and nothing in front of him. There was only the tiny space in a perimeter of two to three feet around him. How very appropriate in its symbolism.

With a sharp crack he left that perimeter empty as well, Apparating to a dark and sleeping Brooklyn, New York, before he could see hints of red penetrating the fog in the East, from the rising sun.

Taking down the ordinary ward on the door, only cursory making sure nobody had been there since he had left, Severus entered his house, knowing that wishful thinking was just that, wishful and as impossible as clear shapes in a fog.

Muse: Severus Snape
Fandom: Harry Potter
Wordcount: 357

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Remus feels the tingle, even in his sleep.

Severus.

He's gone to to house in Brooklyn.

Remus stirs and wakes, looking over to Kirill. He smiles and pets his hair, then gets up and pads over to write him a note.

Gone to see Severus. Love you.

Kirill knows Remus will return. He knows Remus has to take these chances to see Snape when he can.

Remus dresses and apparates over, appearing in Severus' living room seconds later.

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Severus hears the crack from the living room. Warmth goes through him for the first time in days, it seems. A warmth not even the hot tea, he's currently drinking, has been able to inspire.

He sets down the mug, rises and walks into the living room. The sight of his obviously sleep rumpled lover, makes him smile a bit.

Severus crosses his arms loosely over his chest and comments drily "You could at least have combed your hair, Remus."

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"Sure, I could have. But then I would have missed your chiding. And you know how I love it when you berate me."

He smiles warmly and leans against the wall.

Remus has missed their banter.

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A black eyebrow quirks slightly, dark penetrating gaze sliding over Remus' relaxed form "Ah yes, that I know very well."

Gods, but he has missed Remus.

"So, in effect, I'm encouraging your behavour? How utterly annoying." he smirks. He enjoys being annoyed by Remus. Far too much, he fears.

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Remus' smile is cocky and a little on the smirky side.

"You are. Encouraging me. But who are you annoyed with, Severus? Me? Or yourself, because you can't resist me?"

He flexes his toes a little against the floor.

He'd not even taken the time to put on shoes or button his jeans up all the way.

And damn, Severus looks good in trousers and a button-down. He has to force himself not to run over there and rip his lover's clothes off.

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"You, of course. Who else?" Severus retorts with a small hint of amusement beneath his dry tone.

"I am certainly not to be blamed for how annoyingly irresistable you look, wearing your hair like a haystack and your clothes like a scarecrow and walking around bare-foot like a derelict." His smirk grows a tiny bit as he once more allows his eyes to wander down Remus' body to the toes, then up again to his face.

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Remus laughs lightly and his smile widens.

"Well, that description sure makes my attractions clear, doesn't it? But, come now, Severus. A lot of people annoy you. What makes me so special, hmm?"

The long look Snape gives him makes Remus flush a little, and it's even harder to stand his ground.

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"Nobody has ever quite reached your level of annoyance, Remus. You're rather unique in that respect." He's not going to mention those who have also always managed to annoy him, but no longer are capable of that.

"And you take a distinct pleasure in annoying me. An almost perverse satisfaction from a scowl or a scathing remark. You represent a challenge I find myself incapable of resisting." he doesn't unfold his arms as he steps slightly closer, keeping his eyes on Remus. He's teasing slightly and hoping Remus will rise to the bait.

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God, this sort of thing just turns Remus on no end. It's like when they used to play chess.

"I do try to exceed expectations in everything I do, Severus. You know that."

He takes a very small step forward. A fair bit of the room still lies between them, but they'll get there. It's a game, and Remus loves to play.

"Perverse is a good way to put it. I wonder how many others appreciate your biting wit like I do? How many others have thrilled to hear you get off a particularly wicked insult. I don't think I'm overstating things when I say, with all sincerity, that I'm your number one fan, Severus."

One more small step forward, and Remus skims his shirt off in a fluid movement, throwing it on the floor. He stands and stares at Snape, his expression playful and challenging.

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"You've always been an overachiever, Remus," Severus grouses, his eyes momentarily distracted by the sight Remus represents. The leisurely display of ... beauty.

"I must admit, I have wondered about some of my students over the years..." He chuckles lightly "Although, I might conclude, mainly from the lack of adoring fan letters - of which I am very grateful - that you are my only fan." Severus moves while he talks, but not directly towards Remus, more in a semi-circle around the man.

He is relishing the words between them, the ease and delight of them, even as he's aware of the deep want inside him. To touch and taste his lover. A want that enters his voice as it drops slightly "An exclusive club, Remus..."

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Remus watches, unable to hide his smile and expression of desire.

"Oh, very exclusive, and I'm glad for that. Even so, though. Didn't you get a couple of letters, Sev? That year I taught at Hogwarts? Surely you got one or two."

He clears his throat and undoes the second button of his jeans.

"Dear Professor Snape: I can't stop watching you. You glide down the halls like a great bad-tempered bat, shooting death-glares at all who dare cross your path. Oh, what I would do, if only you would turn that obsidian gaze on me."

Remus takes one more step, but this time it's backwards, away from Snape.

He wonders how far away the kitchen table is.

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"You..." Severus is for once speechless, arms unfolding over his chest.

"You sent that those letters? You insane dunderhead! I should have known it was you. Who else would have the gall and also the skill to send such a letter and mask its origins so well, no spell would reveal it." Severus laughs and shakes his head.

"What would you do then, now that the obsidian gaze is on you, and only you?" Severus moves suddenly, stalking after Remus, closing the distance between them.

However close that kitchen table is, it might not close enough.

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Remus grins unrepentantly as he walks backwards.

"Who else, indeed. But you were too busy loathing me, weren't you, Severus."

There's no rancor in his tone. He's just teasing.

"But now that you don't loathe me, I think you know very well what I want you to do."

Unfortunately, his back hits a wall, and he has to stop.

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Severus doesn't stop though, and continues forward until he's right in front of Remus.

"Why don't you refresh my memory?" He growls, playing along with Remus' small delicious game. His hands move up and come up to rest against the wall against either side of Remus.

"You enjoy that, after all, don't you?" His voice lowers, but still holds a small amount of sarcastic bite.

Remus might be taller, but it's a matter of 'presence' as Severus' black eyes lock onto Remus' and holds them. There's no sarcasm in his look, there's only heat and passion for the man in front of him. Barely restrained and so strong after being without it for too long.

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Remus would love to continue with the banter, but he just...Can't.

It's been too long, and he wants to kiss Severus too much.

And god, if it isn't hot, the way Snape has his boxed in.

He leans in and inhales deeply, growling against Severus' cheek before kissing him hard, licking along his lips until Snape lets him in. He keeps his arms to his sides, remains leaning against the wall.

Remus can't keep from kissing Severus, but he can keep from just falling all over him. He wants Snape to lose it before he does.

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Severus returns the kiss almost harshly, the overwhelming want finally finding an outlet. He sucks hard on Remus' tongue, a small noise of pleasure sounding deep in his throat. Then he pushes back, with his tongue, his mouth, his body, his entire being, pressing Remus against the wall.

Here he can let go of tight control and simply enjoy being and feeling. And he can't get enough of feeling Remus, not caring that there's a touch of desperation in the sounds he's making or the tight hold his hand has taken in Remus' hair.

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Remus groans threadily as Snape fists his hair. "Ohgod, Severus, I've missed you, worried about you."

He'd say more, but he'd rather kiss some more. Good god, Severus knows how to kiss. And the sounds he's making just go straight to Remus' cock.

He winds one leg around Severus and presses him closer, his hands going to Severus' shoulders and rubbing firmly.

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Severus doesn't bother with talking. He knows Remus has worried and Severus has worried too, but right now and here it doesn't matter.

His free hand goes down to curl around Remus' thigh of the leg that's wrapped around him, fingers digging firmly into strong muscles.

With a groan, Severus drew away from Remus' lips to kiss down over his jaw and neck, allowing the sheer need inside him to take over as he bit and licked at the skin, moaning at his lovers taste.

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Remus arches his neck back and and moans louder, pressing hard against the wall so he can move his other leg around Severus' waist.

He slips his hands into his lover's hair and fists it hard.

"Severus...Just. Fuck me, right here," he sounds so needy. But he is, so that figures.

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Severus grunts against Remus' neck as his lover's full weight is put on him, and the pull in his hair sends a surge of arousal through him.

"Yess..." The echo of his own strong need, that he hears in Remus' voice is more than enough to convince him.

The lust is clouding his mind, tearing away his concentration with every delicious touch and taste he gets from Remus.

Breathing heavily, he presses his forehead against Remus and closes his eyes, trying to focus on magic-

Focus Severus!

-and Remus becomes slightly lighter from a levitation spell and then fully naked. Severus wisely enough keeps his own clothes till last, a final effort leaving him naked as well.

"Gods!"

The feel of his lover's skin, hard erections pressed hotly against each other, steals whatever concentration he has left. He exhales a loud moan and raises his face again to kiss Remus.

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The kissing is really intense, and Remus wants Severus inside of him. He concentrates and feels the prep spell work on him, then once more to slick his lover's cock.

Better sex through magic!

Remus arches against Severus, tightening his legs around him.

He mumbles into the kiss, breathy and wanting.

"Fuck me, Severus, want to feel you, godplease!"

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Severus feeds on the kiss and the words, groaning his agreement into Remus' mouth. Trusting that Remus can hold himself up and close, Severus reaches beneath them. He strokes his fingertips over his lover's slick opening before grasping his own also slick cock.

He smirks into the kiss, tilting his hips slightly up and forward as he positions himself. A perfect co-operation of skills, a perfect match of their bodies against each other...

Initially, Severus pushes slowly into perfect heat but he can't wait any longer and with a forceful thrust enters his lover fully.

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Remus groans and smiles and pulls Severus' hair. He loves it, loves it like this, loves it hard and frantic and desperate.

He arches against the wall and tightens his legs a little, tilting his hips with Severus' movement.

"Fuck, yeah!" God, he's so happy, he doesn't know which feels better, the joy at being here with Severus, or the actual physical sensation. "Hard, do it hard, I want to feel it long after we're done," he mumbles, kissing Snape's face, moaning sharply as the other man proves he's good at everything he does.

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Severus' hands slide under Remus to hold him up and steady against the hard thrusts. He doesn't hold back at all, pounding into his lover with everything he has, releasing desperate passion, repressed desire and deeply buried lust into fucking Remus, making love to him.

He pants for air with every move, his exhalations harsh groans of pleasure. He finally captures Remus' lips into a hungry intense kiss.

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The kiss sends sparks through Remus' body. He feels tingly all over, and he can't stop moaning and gasping. He tugs on Severus' hair as they kiss, exploring his lover's mouth feverishly.

God, he loves this. Can't get enough of it.

"Severus!" He cries out, eyes closed tightly as the other man hits his prostate with each thrust. "Ohgodyesyes! Fuck me, fuck me, ohmygod!"

Yeah, he sounds like a whore, but he can't help it. And at least he's a whore in love (awwwww).

Another hard thrust into him and he bangs his head hard against the wall, gasping as he comes against their bellies, the tingles in his body flaring. He loves the feeling, he loves Severus, and he's really glad to be here right now.

"God...god..." He's only able to mutter breathily as Severus continues his thrusts. "Love you, love you," His smile is sated and happy, much like the rest of him.

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Severus loves Remus' words, loves the fact that he can make Remus sound like that, cry out in that manner.

He gasps against Remus' throat as muscles clench around his cock, increasing the already mindblowing friction Severus is experiencing with every stroke.

His groans become deeper, more throaty as he's pushed relentlessly towards his own climax.

Remus' cock is hot between them, the come slick and it's utterly perfect. He would stay like this forever if he could, never mind the impossibility of that thought.

Indulging himself in that dream, that blissful fantasy, Severus comes with a sharp cry. He trails off gapsing Remus' name, teeth scraping over Remus' throat, chin and finally lips, before he groans into Remus' mouth, kissing him breathlessly. Shudders go through his body and without the levitation spell, he'd drop them both to the floor.

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Remus hangs on, grinning as they kiss. It's just too good not to smile, he can't be all cool about it. He loves this man so much, had waited so long to have this. They should have had this back in school, but didn't. They do now, though, and that's what matters.

After a few long moments of kissing, Remus budges up so Severus can slip out of him. He sighs and lowers his legs, feeling a little shaky, wobbling a bit.

His kisses move from Severus' lips to his cheeks, then he pulls back with a smile.

"Brilliant," he mutters softly, running his fingers through his lover's hair. "Absolutely brilliant."

He slides his hands down to Severus' chest, just feeling him for a moment before slipping away to lay on the bed.

He doesn't mind being naked, he's used to it.

Lounging contentedly, he calls his cigarettes to him and lights one, propping his head up on one arm.

"Oh, geez. I have to tell you about this...Thing. That happened. I kind of need your advice. You know Tonks? In the Order? She, ahh...Well. She sort of professed her undying love for me. Several times. I didn't handle it well, I gave her some excuses about too poor, too old, too dangerous. Finally I told her I'm not available, and Kirill made an ass out of himself with this totally unneccessary show of possessiveness and she got upset. She stomped off, I followed, she slapped me and burst into tears. Then, to make things worse, Moody told me I had messed up and he thought I was a better person than to make her cry."

He sighs and takes a couple of drags.

"I just left. It's been a week or so now, and I'm wondering if I should owl her or just let it lie. I feel bad about it, but I handled it the best I could. I'm not good with stuff like this, you know?"

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Severus silently enjoys the touches, letting them further warm him, then watches Remus go to the bed. He turns around and leans slightly against the wall, looking at the delectable sight of his lounging lover.

He arches an eyebrow sharply at the mention of Tonks. The silly girls infatuation has been clear for a long time, to those who truly pay attention.

"And I'm so much better?" Severus wonders if Remus truly wants his opinion, or if he's merely sharing his experience and frustration.

Either way, he's getting what Severus thinks.

"She's always been a melodramatic and overly sensitive girl. And given enough line, she will try to pull you in fully. Why didn't you tell her the truth instead of dithering about with half-cocked excuses?" Severus stares intently at Remus for a moment, then shakes his head.

"The end result would have been the same, I know. She would have cried her little eyes out and Moody would have come to save the poor damsel in distress, as the eternal misguided knight that he is."

Severus snorts and pushes away from the wall, walking over to join Remus on the bed, sitting next to his lover.

"Kirill should have stayed clear of this, but you should not have followed her either. When somebody turns away and leaves, let them. Allow them to cool down instead of keeping up poking the already burning embers." How true those words are and how little has he followed that advice in the past?

"You should have told her you're not interested in her at all. End of story. Stop being so bloody nice." Severus slides a hand up along Remus' side and arm, then leaning in close, he snags the burning cigaret and tosses it away with a muttered incantation, exstinguishing it.

"All you achieve is prolonging the problem unnecessarily," he murmurs before kissing Remus' lips lightly. He pulls away, sitting up straight again.

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"I guess they weren't really just excuses."

He gets another cigarette out and lights it, taking a drag.

"Those reasons are valid. Even if I were available, I'd not be with her. She couldn't handle it and she has no idea what she'd be in for. Something tells me she wants sweet and gentle, and just because I might seem that way in general, in pleasant company, she thinks I'd be that way in a relationship. And I know I'm not. So the fact that I'm taken isn't an issue, really. But I told her I'm seeing someone because I thought it would settle it for her for good without having to tell her that her instincts are totally off base and I'm not right for her at all."

He keeps his cigarette out to the other side of him.

"I did my best." He shrugs. "Just letting her walk off didn't seem right, either. At least she got her smack in, that probably made her feel better.

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Severus silently watches Remus light another cigarette. He hadn't extinguished the other because he was bothered by the smoke. He wasn't. As a potionsmaker he's used to far worse things. But right now Remus apparently needs that more than anything Severus can offer.

And he doesn't feel like getting into a discussion about Tonks and her inability to accept a no for an answer. Especially not when it deprives her of something she wants. The Blacks have always been particularly partial to their own needs.

A discussion of the Black family is even more of a bad idea.

"You did what you thought best. And you should not feel bad because of it. It's not your responsibility how she chooses to feel." He rises to find his wand among the small pile of their clothes. Having found it, he straightens up and casts a cleaning spell on himself. Once more he faces Remus.

"For the sake of the Order, you might want to owl her. But she might be professional enough to keep private emotions and Order affairs separated." He doubts it slightly, but the Order can't afford further weakening.

A weakening of which you crafted the major part, isn't that so, Severus?

No, he refuses to fall into the torment of guilt again. It leads nowhere and will only make him fail.

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Remus sits and nods, taking a few more drags before putting his cigarette out and banishing it to his pocket.

"Yeah. I'll owl her."

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, then calls his wand and does a cleaning spell on himself.

Blinking at Severus a few times, he clears his throat.

The other man leaving the bed and not sitting back down makes him think that he's messed up.

"I...Didn't mean to put you off, Severus. Are you coming back to bed?"

He hopes so. They had fast and hard and frenzied, but Remus wants other things from Severus, too.

Remus sits up and gestures hopefully for Severus to join him.

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"You didn't put me off, Remus," Severus says and means it. "That would take a much more concerted effort than the mention of Tonks and Moody."

His lips quirk slightly as he moves back towards the bed, as always drawn to Remus by the man's eyes, the want, the love.

The need Severus feels for him.

Severus sits down again, putting his wand on the night stand next to the table, then rests the hand on Remus' bare thigh.

"As I said earlier... you're a challenge, and an attraction, I cannot resist."

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Remus smiles at Severus and rolls toward him, putting his hand over his lover's.

"And what if I get boring and pedestrian? What if I turn all schmoopy and pliant? Will you leave me? Even if it's Springtime?"

He bats his eyelashes.

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"I might just have to reconsider my options then, won't I? Especially if it's Springtime." Severus purrs in a teasing manner.

"A damnable season..." Severus grouses lightly and leans in, close enough to kiss but he doesn't.

"Full of rampant hormones..." he brushes his lips over Remus'.

"Little cute flowers..." he does it again, then pulls away with a small smirk.

"So don't you even dare!" Severus arches an eyebrow and slides his hand higher up to rest on Remus' hip.

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"I'll do my best."

Remus leans in and kisses Severus properly, his free hand going to his lover's hair and fisting.

"It'll be hard. You inspire such tender feelings, you're so delicate."

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Severus snorts, at the same time enjoying the hand in his hair "I should hope not!" then kisses Remus hard, pushing closer.

"You will just have to fight those urges." The kiss is resumed.

Severus finally has to lay down properly, only breaking the kiss for short moments.

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"You could prove to me you're not the delicate flower you seem to be, you know," he mumbles against Severus' mouth.

Remus kisses Severus again and runs his fingers through his hair as they kiss.

"Not that you have to. But I..."

He sighs against his lover and breaks the kiss, nipping at Severus' neck as he inhales. Jesus, he smells so fucking sexy.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he whispers, then moans a little against his lover's skin. "But if you don't do that, that's okay."

And it is, he'd never want Severus to do anything he doesn't want to do. And he's quite thrilled with Snape fucking him under any circumstances, so it isn't a huge deal. But he dreams about it.

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"And just how exactly would that prove I'm not a delicate flower?" The last words are sneered, but the heat in his voice and his eyes are unmistakeable. There's no denying the powerful attraction he feels towards Remus, the effect of the man's words and voice

"What would you do, given the opportunity to ... fuck me?" He asks against Remus' ear. Severus has never truly rejected any form of pleasure, even if he does have preferences.

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Remus chuckles low and tightens his fingers in Snape's hair.

"It wouldn't prove anything. I'm just trying to manipulate you. But I'm honest about it."

God, the way Severus sounds, the look in his eyes...Remus groans and shifts a little as he feels himself responding to the thought and the environment.

"I would...straddle you on the bed, and kiss my way down your body, teasing and biting. Your cock would be thoroughly sucked after I mutter a prep spell, so I can slip my fingers into you and drive you crazy. Once you really, really want it, I'd lift your hips up and thrust my cock into you, growling and stroking you off while I fuck you slowly, slowly for a while, until I can't help it. I'd speed up and lean down to kiss you, biting you and scratching you, making you feel everything, everything."

Remus is totally turned on now, just describing it.

"I'd sit back up and watch, fucking you even harder until you can't take it anymore, you'd arch back and come hard, screaming my name, if you're coherent enough to do so."

He moves his hand down to Severus' cock, smiling a little to find it definitely interested. He takes it in hand and starts stroking gently.

"Just seeing that would make me come, too, you're so hot, your voice, the way you look, your hair fanned out behind you."

Remus leans in and licks Severus' chest, sucking on a nipple for a few moments.

"But I wouldn't want to stop. I'd stay hard, and I'd fuck you through it, and keep fucking you until your cock stirs again, licking the come from your chest and kissing you feverishly as I rock into you, until it builds and builds and builds some more, until finally we'd both gasp and cry out against each other, almost blacking out because it's just so fucking hot, so fucking good that no one, no one, could withstand it without swooning a little. And when it's all over, I'd lie on you and kiss you gently, and tell you how much I love and adore you, and how I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be with you at all, that sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not just dreaming it, because it's perfect, perfect."

Remus smiles against Severus' neck and kisses his skin lightly, still very gently stroking him.

He looks up, his eyes glowing softly, his voice low and rough with desire.

"Does that sound like something you'd be interested in, Severus?"

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Severus swallows a moan and looks into Remus' eyes, radiant amber in the low light of the room. As always, a thrill travels down his spine to pool at the pit of this stomach at that sight.

"Honest manipulation... how Gryffindor," he murmurs, quite preoccupied with other things than House traits. Things like enjoying that manupulation fully, Remus' touches and words arousing him rapidly.

His hand reaches up to fist Remus' hair, pulling his lover's head just a fraction back, as his other hand slides down between them to curl around Remus' equally hard erection.

"I expect you to be a man of your words, Remus..." he continues, voice dark with desire. And by Merlin, those words... in that voice. The moan finally escapes him as he pulls Remus into a passionate kiss.