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A buzzing sound tugged Severus and Remus out of their sated sleep, Remus almost rolling off the sofa until Severus clutched him closer. Remus rubbed against Severus’ hip, his cock waking as well. “Apart from falling to the floor, I could get used to this,” Remus murmured against Severus’ lips.
“Well, at least I’m assured that you don’t stuff a stocking for that lovely bulge,” Severus responded. Then he stilled, and a blush stole up his cheeks. “Not that I wondered.”
Remus laughed, hugged Severus, and gently disentangled their legs and arms and then swung himself off the sofa, levitating for an instant before he got his arse on the sofa edge. Severus shook his head and muttered, “Showoff.”
“Think of it as the courting behavior of an adult werewolf wizard,” Remus quipped. He felt Severus fingers fluttering through the rip in the back of his trousers and a low growl rumbled through him. “Who likes those wicked fingers far, far, far too much.” Severus’ light strokes brushed over the curve of Remus’ buttocks, tracing a faint scar on the top of the right one.
“And those fingers enjoy exploring the werewolf wizard’s terrain.” Severus leaned up and propped his chin on Remus’ shoulder. “Now, these fingers must unfortunately put clothing to rights and sort through several esoteric potions ingredients. But, they will return to opening my best Christmas present ever, soon,” Severus breathed against Remus’ ear.
Severus’ touches firmed and he gently pushed Remus up so he could rise as well. “I want to sort out this resurrected centaur situation so I can concentrate fully upon…us,” Severus said. He stood next to Remus, his rucked up shirttails and soft smile something Remus had never thought to see.
“Aye, let’s sort out Gideon and Currycombe, and then later, you’ll walk with Moony under the moon and make it my best Transformation yet?” Remus’ tone of voice made it a question.
Severus looked up from tucking in his shirttails. “Have no fear, Lupin. I’ll be out there, wand at the ready to repel anything stupid enough to chase a werewolf’s tail.” He smirked, but his tone softened the words.
“Ha, ha! That’s the Severus Snape I’ve fallen in love with.” Remus Summoned his wand, forgetting it was in a pocket which it ripped its way out of. “You were also correct. I’ll need new clothes if I’m to be warm enough without you wrapped around me.”
Severus shucked his velvet robe as he walked into his bedroom. He yelled from behind the door, “While it would be satisfying to be used as your personal warmer, I think good wool trousers would be more socially acceptable.” He tugged a vest and frock coat from his armoire, then grabbed up his outer robes from where he’d thrown them earlier.
“Where’s your scarf, Severus?” Remus asked as Severus appeared in the doorway, buttoning up.
“It seems to be residing in your hand, Lupin,” Severus said with a raised eyebrow. “Now why would you be mucking about with my scarf?”
Remus stepped closer and wound the soft wool around Severus’ throat. “All the better to get close enough for a kiss.” Remus leaned forward and spoke against Severus’ lips. “All in the name of efficiency, you know.” They kissed, just a soft, closed-lip buss, but both smiled as it ended.
“Soppy Gryffindor werewolf wizard,” Severus mumbled into his scarf folds.
“Only because I have reason to be…and soppy Slytherin Potions masters might be a bit messy.” Remus grinned as Severus rolled his eyes.
“Oh, do come on, Lupin!” Severus turned, his fingers catching Remus’ hand and tugging him toward the hall door. “We only have a few hours to solve the mystery of Gideon Prewett, centaur.” The door closed behind the pair with a soft slam.
Jamie Black-Prince stirred in his portrait and slipped away.