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.