"Relatively," Severus replied, reaching for the small buttons at the collar. Remus rolled out of bed, stalking over to him in nothing but a pair of low-slung plaid pyjama bottoms. He stilled Severus' hands with his own, honey eyes dark in the low light.
"Leave them for a second," he requested. Severus sighed. "Remus, it's been a long day and I just want to go to bed."
"Well I want to rip those robes off you with my teeth," Remus replied in a conversational tone. Severus choked. His outfit abruptly became much tighter in a whole different area.
"Remus!"
The Gryffindor leaned in, nuzzling at Severus' jaw, fingers sliding up to undo the top few buttons. Severus couldn't help but tilt his head back and sigh as Remus' tongue traced his Adams' apple, a few more buttons coming loose. "The things I would do to you in these robes if it wasn't one in the morning," Remus sighed, running a hand down Severus' chest. "Gods, you're sexy."
Severus wondered if anyone would ever believe him if he told them that mild-mannered, bookish, old-before-his-time Remus Lupin was an absolute minx in private. Then he realised that he never wanted anyone but himself to know that about the Gryffindor; his wolf behind closed doors was an entirely different creature, and belonged to him alone.
"They're not that different from my usual robes," Severus pointed out, letting Remus slowly undo a button at a time, revealing the pale skin below. That style of robe didn't allow for a shirt underneath. "Oh, but they are," Remus insisted breathily, finally reaching the end of the row of buttons. He pulled back, giving Severus an admiring glance, robes open over his bare chest. Severus would never be used to being looked at in such a way. Like he was desirable. "Merlin."
Remus wheeled him around, shoving him gently until he was on his back on their bed, robes still over his shoulders but otherwise open, his black trousers straining at the fly. The Gryffindor's gaze trailed over him hungrily. "I know you're tired," he rasped. "I just… Merlin, Severus. I can't help myself."
There was a little of the wolf in his eyes as he spoke — the moon was only two nights away. No wonder he was so damn excitable, Severus thought with a mental roll of his eyes. He hooked his ankles around Remus' hips, drawing him in quickly. "I'm awake now, you fiend," he muttered, as if it was such a hardship for him to have a gorgeous man staring at him like he wanted Severus to be breakfast, lunch and dinner. "Just don't expect anything dramatic."
Remus smirked at him, sliding onto the bed and straddling Severus' thighs, working the buttons of his trousers frustratingly slowly. Severus let out a sound he refused to classify as a whine. "Get on with it," he pleaded, sucking in a sharp breath when Remus' hand finally slipped beneath his trousers, fingers closing around rigid flesh.
The werewolf didn't even bother pulling Severus' trousers off, merely lowering himself down and opening the fly enough to get his mouth around him. Severus arched into the contact, moaning quietly. "Remus," he breathed, fingers clutching at bedsheets. "Remus, please."
Remus hummed around his length, tongue working expertly to send waves of pleasure shooting through Severus' body. He was going for fast and dirty, and Severus was thankful; Remus knew exactly how to play his body, and if the werewolf had wanted to drag things out Severus would have been powerless to resist. After all these years, even with over a decade apart, they still knew each other as well as they knew themselves.
A minute more, and Severus was coming into Remus' mouth with a bitten-off cry, slumping back against the mattress. When he could breathe again, he looked up at his lover with hooded eyes. "What do you need?" he asked softly. Remus shifted, pulling his own pyjama bottoms down just enough to free his cock from the confines, his pupils blown as he looked down at Severus.
"I need you to keep lying there, looking exactly like that," Remus told him, his voice hoarse as he wrapped his hand around himself, jerking quickly. Severus didn't blink, watching the man bring himself closer to the edge, shifting one hand to wrap possessively around Remus' thigh. Tiny little gasps were escaping from Remus' lips, and it was one of the best sounds Severus had ever heard.
Remus came with a growl on Severus' stomach, his eyes glowing gold as he looked at the man beneath him on the bed. Years ago, Severus would have been scared to see his lover with the wolf so close to the surface while they were in bed. Now, Severus just found himself wishing he had the stamina of his youth — and that it wasn't one in the bloody morning.
The tension leaked out of Remus' shoulders, and he slumped down onto Severus, ignoring the mess between them. "Sorry," he murmured into Severus' neck. "Got a bit… carried away."
"You don't need to apologise for that, Merlin," Severus assured, carding a hand through greying hair. "It's been a long day, but if I ever see you with that look in your eye and it doesn't end in this, take me out back and shoot me; I'm officially done for." Remus snickered, pressing a kiss to Severus' collarbone.
"And they say you're not a romantic," he teased. "How was the ball?"
"I caught far too many couples in the bushes," Severus said with a scowl. "Your brat godson being one of them."
"If my brat godson was there, that means your brat godson was right with him," Remus retorted. "Unless Harry has a lot of explaining to do."
"He was there, he just had the good sense not to get caught." Severus had seen him, two minutes after Harry had left, creeping away into the shadows with his hair mussed and his buttons uneven. A disgrace.
"Or you were nice enough to let him slide by," Remus corrected. He muttered a wandless Cleaning charm to get rid of the mess between them, sitting up and pulling Severus with him. "I really do love these robes on you," he mused, pushing them from Severus' shoulders so they pooled on the bed. "Even if they're much better off you." He winked, and Severus rolled his eyes.
"Incorrigible wolf ," he muttered, pressing their lips together before climbing off the bed, stepping out of his trousers and striding naked across the room to his dresser for pyjamas. Remus whistled quietly, eyes dancing. "Sexy snake," he returned, pulling up his pyjama bottoms and laying back in bed with a grin. "Hurry up."
Severus went through his evening bathroom routine quickly, and when he returned to the bedroom Remus had his eyes barely open, the lamp still on. He slid beneath the sheets, welcoming the other man as he sprawled on top of Severus. It was becoming hard to sleep these days, without Remus' weight on his chest. "Nox," he murmured, plunging them into darkness. Remus' stubbled cheek tucked into his neck.
"Love you," he murmured, already half asleep. Severus placed a hand on the man's lower back, getting comfortable. "And I, you," he said, so softly he would've thought Remus had missed it, if not for the curve of the man's lips against his throat.
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