Warnings: Unbeta’d, yes that would be more than one warning!!
A/N: Previously posted at my journal. A ficlet for blpaintchart‘s b-day. Inspired by the list found here
Severus folded the scrap of parchment and thrust it into his pocket. The daft werewolf was reading self-help literature, again. In the last week there had been no disreputable cardigans scattered about, their anniversary date was posted on the bathroom mirror with a side commentary that it was the best day of Remus’ life, he had received a new potions text (just because) and now there had been an encouraging little note in the bottom of a cauldron. If this kept up one of them would need therapy or have to be imprisoned.
Remus was late returning home, not exceptionally so, but late none the less. Severus paced. Within moments of his last circuit around the lounge Remus bounded through the front door.
“Sorry I’m late!” Remus held up a bag. “But I’ve got rollmops.”
Severus threw up his hands. “What have you been reading?” He demanded.
Remus looked slightly taken aback. “Reading? These are rollmops, you love them. In fact, I think you like an inordinate number of Scottish foods.”
“Lupin!” Severus’ voice dropped lower.
“I did read recently that a Canadian comedian once said ‘all Scottish food is based on a dare’. That may be why you like it so much.” Remus’ eyes twinkled.
“What have you been reading besides bloody stupid comics? The note, the book, our anniversary and now the rollmops. What did you read?” Severus was fairly shouting.
“Oh, that. It was an article on dating 101.”
“Dating?! Well, I imagine you could use some help in that area. Particularly, as you seemed to consider snogging a defenseless man in a hospital bed until he was breathless, dating.”
Remus grinned broadly. “I’m happy you remember.”
“What is this all about?”
Remus took a seat on the sofa and patted the spot next to him. Severus rolled his eyes, but acquiesced and sat down.
“The article really wasn’t about dating, but about telling your mate you loved them without saying the words. There were eight or nine suggestions, and I’ve been adding to the list.”
“And you needed to act on all of them this week?”
“No, but my list does keep getting longer.”
“Perhaps the author should have included a footnote about restraint as to not drive said mate completely mad.” Severus stated.
“I doubt very much anyone else would object to anyone lavishing them with a bit of attention.” Remus’ face was starting to fall.
“I don’t object at all to being the object of certain forms of attention.” Severus quirked one eyebrow upward. “Did this author have any more intimate suggestions?”
Remus gave him a look. Oh, yes that look. Severus’ message had been received loud and clear. Remus slid off the sofa to his knees and positioned himself between Severus’ bony ones.
Growling against one of Severus’ inner thighs Remus asked. “Will this type of consideration be more acceptable?”
Severus settled back. “It just might.”
With a flick of his wand Remus had Severus’ trousers and pants off. Severus didn’t have a moment to shiver before Remus began his assault. First, he licked and mouthed the exposed flesh to hardness. Remus began sucking and bobbing in earnest while the long, thin fingers of the potion’s master threaded themselves through the graying honeyed strands before him.
Remus was too fucking good at this. Severus canted his hips up pushing himself deeper into the welcoming mouth. Remus redoubled his efforts adding his fingers to caress the warm balls and press along the sensitive skin further back, while he began to hum. The humming pushed Severus over the edge in a heartbeat. Just as he started to release his creamy essence, Remus pulled back to take the warm emission on his face and tongue. The opaque spurts catching in his eyelashes and dripping down his cheeks. Severus lay back panting, as he watched the werewolf clean his face running one finger at a time through the sticky mess and sucking it clean before starting on another.
When Remus was done lapping at his fingers, he whispered. “Sex doesn’t always say ‘I love you’ you know.”
Severus would undoubtedly regret this later, but in the afterglow he could willingly respond. “It does when you do it with the right person.”
Remus beamed up at him for a moment, and then lay his head down onto one of Severus’ thighs as he hugged them tightly.