It wasn't difficult to feel the tension in his lover now that Remus touched him, feel how different it was from the sort of tension he wanted to create, and, again, he almost called it quits. They could try again another time. Maybe. If he ever got a grip on what it was he was supposed to be doing to make this right.
But then Regulus spoke and reminded Remus what this was really all about -- not playing roles or finding the right way to say something. It was about Regulus, giving him this safe space that he needed. Remus' pleasure was secondary because he didn't need this in the same way Regulus did. All Remus needed was to be here for his lover, his pleasure coming in the simple act of knowing they could create this safe haven for each other.
"All right," he said quietly, not admitting how close he'd come to giving up. That wasn't what Regulus needed right now. "I'm not going anywhere."
Leaning down, he kissed Regulus softly. "Just feel," he whispered, kissing him again. "Focus on my words." Another gentle kiss. "Focus on my lips touching yours." Yet one more gentle press of lips to lips. "It's safe here, safe to do nothing but feel and experience."
This time, after his lips brushed against Regulus', the tip of his tongue peeked out to trace the outline of his lover's lips, flicking teasingly along the full lower lip that drove Remus to a constant distraction when Regulus was feeling sulky or pouty. Taking that lower lip between his teeth, he nipped and sucked until it was even fuller from the attention, begging to be stroked by his tongue once more. Then he slipped his tongue between Regulus' lips, slowly fucking his lover's mouth, his hand cupping the back of Regulus' head -- the only connection between them as he knelt over Regulus' body. One such kiss melted into another until there was nothing but his tongue twining around Regulus', his breath mingling with Regulus', nothing but love and lust and reassurance fed from his mouth to his lover's.