Remus loved how easily Regulus responded, the subtle tilt of a head, the change in breath and voice. The genuine nature of Regulus' reactions had restored Remus' belief in sensuality. "I suppose I shall just have to work harder to learn and save you the chore," he murmured against Regulus' skin.
When Regulus turned, Remus cupped his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing lightly over his lower lip. "Not scared," he said softly. "Perhaps surprised. I know how not easy it is for you to give your trust to others. It's a bit amazing to think we only arrived here a little over three and a half months ago and now we're...here, using words like trust and marriage and love as easily as we talk about books or theories. I don't know if it's too fast, either, or too slow. But, I find I don't really care. I like how we are. I'm happy finding our way through together, learning to love together." Leaning forward, he kissed Regulus softly, taking his time to enjoy the kiss and the moment and, most importantly, the man in his arms.
"I know you aren't helping me because you think I'm weak," he said quietly when he finally pulled back. "It's not that kind of pride. It's more...I guess it's more trust than pride, as well. My friends were there during school. But, during the war and after, I was on my own a lot by necessity, or with other werewolves. It was risky to be caught out after the transformation, there was no one who could be trusted. And, now...my friends haven't lived those years, they haven't had to live without the others. Life alone changed me, but they are still the same. It can't be what it was, but sometimes letting them pretend is easier than trying to explain the differences because we don't have the same set of shared experiences any more."
Stealing another kiss, he nodded. "I enjoy them because they look good on you. And that's settled, then. We'll find a day that's good and go exploring together."