'Don't stop... Merlin, don't stop,' Severus managed. 'I'm... it has been so long, and I'm going to... God!' Severus moaned loudly as Remus' hips moved and warm, slightly damp skin moved against his cock. Severus clung to Remus, stilling his own movements. 'I don't want this to be over in a moment,' he whispered, 'but it has been years since I last did this.'
Apart, of course, from that one time with Remus, Severus couldn't even remember when. Severus looked at Remus as he stood there, lost in the desire he had for him, and Severus thought the wolf was the most beautiful creature he had seen. Remus' eyes were shining, his lips wet and red. Remus looked marvellous naked, long slender legs and a slim waist. 'I want you, badly,' he said softly. 'I want it rough, and I want you to take charge, but I'm not... I haven't let anyone do that to me, Remus.' Severus blushed. He was supposed to be notorious, not to be a Death Eater with a slightly unimpressive experience with sex, or at least sex that was more about desires and not about release and exchange of pecuniary rewards.