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Remus bucked against Severus’ thigh, caught between the man’s grasping hands and writhing body. His trousers ripped a bit more and friction, the tearing sound and Severus’ moans muffled against Remus’ throat drove him over the edge. He cried out, the sound swallowed by Severus’ mouth.
Severus soothed Remus through the tremors with soothing words and kisses even as he pulsed out his own release. His hands never left Remus’ buttocks, holding them tightly together until Remus could raise his head for a gentle kiss.
“You are…brilliant,” Remus whispered as he snuggled atop Severus. When Severus flexed his fingers, Remus grunted and rolled in the direction Severus urged him to go.
“You are welcome, even if you’re a stone too heavy to sleep curled up on top of me.” Severus put his hand up and concentrated; his wand flew from where it had rolled out of his robe pocket. A quick cleansing charm would do for them for the moment.
“Sorry to have been so…so quick,” Remus mumbled. His eyelids fluttered as he fought to open his eyes. “So tired…”
“And so you should be, so close to the full moon.” Severus turned on the sofa to make more room for Remus.
“First time since 1638 that the Winter Solstice and a full moon are on the same day.” Remus turned his head, lips scant breathes away from Severus’ throat. “Lots of nervous energy for sex and sleep.”
“So, tomorrow you’ll be furrier and I’ll be watching you roam the grounds through a frosted window, is that it?” Severus asked, one hand under the torn trousers, the other carding through Remus’ hair.
“If you wanted to be with me, you could…” Remus opened his eyes, seemingly surprised at just how close they were. “I only have one more potion to take, you know that. I’d love to share my rambles with you, if you’d care to join me.”
“I only ever wanted to be asked, Lupin.” Severus pulled Remus closer and shushed him as he complained. In a low voice, Severus muttered, “Now, be quiet and rest. In an hour or so, we’ve got to go back to the stable and sort out the centaur.”
Remus fell easily to sleep, the fire crackling as it burned down and banked itself for the night. Severus’ Nox dimmed the lights as he felt Remus’ soft puffs of breath against his neck, the rising and falling of Remus’ chest a soothing vibration against Severus’.
Peeves poked his translucent head through the back of Severus Snape’s fireplace and saw the two men wrapped up in each other on the sofa. He slowly squeezed through the bricks until something yanked on him and the Bloody Baron’s dark helm appeared next to him.
Leave the Head be, Poltergeist, the Baron communicated to Peeves. Ye’ll do no more mischief this night!
Peeves eeped and pulled away from the more forbidding ghost.
On the sofa, Remus smiled in his sleep and drew closer to Severus.