"Ah, so you do have a plan. I'm sure you masterminded my first owl too, still for that mysterious reason neither of us can phantom. You're really good," he said, grinning, and then he nodded. "All right, I can live with that."
He looked on, grin turning into a pleased smile. "You like that. What about-" His tongue slid up Remus' neck and then his lips fasted on tender skin and he sucked gently, taste the warming flash under his tongue." He pulled back, smiling. "Is that better?"
Regulus shrugged. "I like what makes me feel good, but I'm rather plain in my tastes. I never saw the need to use power or pain in bed. I'm more into touching and kissing, simple, fun, exciting."
He chuckled. "I suppose not, but as you said, this is more personal. If the insults become too much, let me talk to him, okay?"