"I didn't know my fingers had made such an impression, but yes, I was curious. The dark magic interests me, and you are the product of that magic. I don't see why I should be repulsed. People are afraid, because they are too weak to protect themselves. I don't have that problem." He grinned. "It was cold, but I didn't know how warm you were there."
Regulus nodded. He didn't understand the importance, but that didn't matter. "If it's something you feel you need to do, then we'll do it. It can become rare book in the Black library." He grinned at Remus when something clicked in. "You say it like it's bad, like you don't fit in, but really what you're saying is that you are one of a kind, completely unique. I think that's appropriate considering that you are with me."
The change was palpable. There wasn't any pretending, any formality, just them touching and kissing. "That's the beauty of it, Remus. By being about you, by breaking those walls, then it becomes about me, because that's what I enjoy, because when you stop 'behaving', then you take control, and I don't have to think. It's really wonderful." He raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Have you heard yourself when you do let go? The way you sound or the way you touch me? Yes, it's enough, unless you start asking me questions in the middle of sex," he said, laughing. "We'll be fine."