"Or I can teach you Welsh," Remus teased, nuzzling gently at Regulus' throat. He felt pleasantly loose-limbed and relaxed, even though he knew he was going to have to shift soon or his knees would lock up like in that position. But, it was so...nice to be able to just lay there for a few moments, soft fingers soothing as they travelled up and down his back. It was soft and comfortable in a way with which he was completely unfamiliar.
"I aim to please." Chuckling, he nipped at Regulus' shoulder. It did seem better without James' memories clouding his head. Perhaps, because it was real, it was fully them, unrestrained by someone else's experience? They weren't reacting through a film of foreign perceptions. It had just been them, Remus and Regulus, two men enjoying each other. Raising his head, he smiled, enjoying the sight of Regulus' laughing so freely. "Not that you're often wrong," he said with grin. "But, I suppose we'll just have to practice as often as we can to test your hypothesis."
Regretfully, he had to stretch out his legs, the motion causing him to slide free of Regulus' body. Wanting to stay close, he rolled onto his side and wrapped both arms around Regulus to bring the other man with him. "I'm glad you invited me for brunch this morning."