He kissed back, even though there was a smile there, because even his formality had gotten him a response, and he enjoyed that much more than he probably would admit.
"Not sure you know what you want," he answered, while he tried to move against Remus without making them both fall on the floor. Then there was a finger inside him, and he really, really felt like sighing. How difficult was it to just fuck him? Really, spell, cock, arse. It was pretty simple as far as he was concerned, and it seemed that the more he pushed, the more Remus resisted it. Maybe he had scared his lover off, or maybe that had been a fluke, or maybe Remus really wasn't interested.
"How about more fucking then?" he answered, voice edging between need and exasperation, which he knew would not get him what he wanted and annoyed him every more. Maybe he should just fake it through this, get laid, and then think this over when his cock wasn't hard and trapped between their bodies. "Just fuck me, Remus," He said, not having to fake the need there. "I'm fine."