As Regulus turned around, confusion clear in each gesture, Remus pulled the open robe from his shoulders.
There was a voice in the back of his mind that was sighing in relief when there was no further argument or criticism forthcoming.
But, there was also a part of him that was simply annoyed. He was tired of feeling clumsy and inept every time they tried something new, as though it had to be perfect the first time or he was failing. He'd thought he was avoiding that this time and he'd been wrong. This way was easier, less fumbling about. But, that sense of disappointment added an edge to the third emotion running hot through his veins.
Want. Pure, undisguised lust. Despite everything, he wanted Regulus so badly he could taste it and he didn't care how, slow and sweet or fast and rough. He just wanted to feel Regulus moving against him, hear him whine with the need to come with Remus inside him.
The first touch was light, shaking just a little from the combined need to touch and hold back enough not to let his simmering annoyance cause true harm. Just one hand sliding over Regulus' hip and around to take him back in hand.
"Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?" he asked hoarsely, pressing his own cock against his lover's arse as he stroked Regulus'. His mouth trailed impatient nips across the back of Regulus' neck and shoulders. "Just needing to get my hands on you, taste you? Play the little games because I want you so much I'll do anything to have you like this, waiting and wanting?"
Murmuring the spells against Regulus' shoulder, Remus positioned himself and entered his lover in one steady thrust. He growled again with the feel of Regulus' heat surrounding him, biting down on the flesh beneath his lips as his hands reached for Regulus' wrists to slide them further up the wall, high over his head.