"But there is wilderness, wind, sun and no one for miles, except that it's part of an exclusive and expensive resort in the middle of the Indian Ocean," he said, smiling. "Doesn't that count for wilderness?"
Regulus chuckled. "No, he's not stupid, and I can't believe you are that terrible at potions, although I must say that potions are a family thing. It's impossible not to make them in my family... well, except for Sirius. Does he? I really don't know if he can make them or not."
He ran his hand over Remus' arm. "I think you have plenty of advantages that you need to learn to use. Your darkness, your physiology, as long as you're careful, then you should use it."
He really didn't think that there would be a day when he wanted to share with Remus what he'd done. It wasn't even that he was ashamed. Actually it was that he wasn't ashamed. He had enjoyed it and embraced it. He hadn't changed idea, he wasn't suddenly interested in equality. He simply didn't want to kill wizards on behalf of a half-blood.
"Your imagination..." Regulus licked his lips. "I have a few ideas, like-" He leaned in and kissed him. "I want to fuck you. Do you want to try?"