"Careful there. You might be sounding as smug as me or Sirius," he said, grinning.
After that, it became slow torture. It didn't matter that he'd reassured Remus, that he had said that he didn't need much preparation. Instead Remus went annoyingly slow. No amount of moaning and pushing down on his fingers changed anything, and he was reticent to say anything, not wanting to stop things again.
By the time Remus was inside him, he was hard again. His fingers dug into clenching muscles, putting pressure as he sought more friction. "Jerk me off-"