Regulus sighed happily into their kiss. He decided that they should never stop. They should make out forever. Sex was good. Hell, sex was great, but this seemed to confirm what his subconscious had been telling him since their week together. He really bloody loved making out, the kissing and touching, their bodies together, moving in such a slow dance as they became accustomed to one another.
He wasn't an expert, but he didn't need to be to know that Remus was enjoying this just as much as he was. He kept touching, fingers exploring the expanse of Remus' back, down his spine and then he hesitantly cupped his arse, squeezing it gently unsure if it was the right thing to do. "I want to feel your weight on me," he whispered, before capturing Remus' mouth again.