Remus smiled softly. There wasn't really anything else to say to that. He didn't know how they'd gotten there, either, and he didn't care. They had and that was all that mattered. "No it's not. The only thing that we'll need to be concerned about is how often we leave the various hotel rooms," he teased. "When we get out of here, I want that, a month to ourselves, no war, no worries, no obligations to anyone but the two of us for as long as we're gone."
His next breath came on a hiss, the sting in his lip sending shocks directly to other prominent parts of his body. "Yours," he agreed softly. He hadn't doubted it, exactly. But, he still had needed to hear it. Lifting his hips as best he could without dislodging Regulus, he pushed the denim down only as far as needed to free himself from it's confines. "No rush," he chuckled breathlessly, hands resuming their previous attention to his lover's arse. "Just, now."
Smiling apologetically, he nodded. "All right. We can do that. Maybe they'll help me figure out my own head."
The smile grew warmer when Regulus smiled as well. "That does help. Although I don't think I'll be sorry to miss trying the metal tips there, I did like restraining you," he admitted shyly, his own tendency toward blushing finally making an appearance after all this uncomfortable conversation. He was willing to try. Remus didn't want Regulus to think he wasn't interested in exploring this at all. He just needed a few baby steps instead of jumping in feet first like a real Gryffindor might have. "Maybe, while we're reading about everything else, we can play with that some more. Or...I'll play that way with you? Or...God, tell me you know what I mean and I don't have to muddle through finding the right wording right now while you already have your hands me."
Clearly he needed to start in control in order to speak with control.