When Regulus' arms came to rest over his, Remus laced the fingers of both hands through his lover's, wrapping their arms about Regulus as he turned to put his own back to the wall. The stone scraped lightly across his back as he slid down it, taking Regulus with him, his legs unwilling to support his weight in the aftermath. Settling Regulus in his lap, he didn't release his hold, either that of his arms around Regulus' waist or his fingers laced together with Regulus'. Breath still coming heavily, he pressed his lips to the side of Regulus' neck and smiled against the skin there in response to the thanks.
He was trying not to let the annoyance from earlier resurface. That was something he didn't want, associating sex with annoyance or anger or any form of real punishment. The way his own mind worked made no sense, he knew that -- craving the tender care of their slower lovemaking as much as he enjoyed the surge of power this rougher form of possession brought. Hating the thought of causing harm to his lover, yet thrilling at seeing the dark, purple evidence of his claim all over his lover's body. Two sets of desires that shouldn't be able to coexist in one heart, yet did.
But, for all he was coming to embrace his own need for that edge of violence, he didn't ever want to touch Regulus in true anger.
Ever.
Swiping his tongue gently over the abused skin of Regulus' shoulder, he closed his eyes and whispered with a gravelly voice in the other man's ear. "I love you."