'Oh, it seems like you are doing very well by your own,' Severus whispered, enjoying the pull of his hair, utterly lost in Remus' eyes, and in what Remus was offering him. 'But I deny any responsibilty in this, you cannot say you haven't been warned.'
Remus had to be mad. It seemed as if the man had really thought things over, knew that Severus wasn't going to change. But the feeling of Champagne bubbles and butterflies inside him was new, so some kind of change had already happened, that much was clear.
'And you,' Severus whispered softly, close to Remus' mouth. 'I must be mad to let you claim me and have me like that, almost letting the beast...' Severus' lips brushed against Remus' in a kiss when the idea of this suddenly struck, the base content of all they had been doing. 'You are never going to hurt me,' Severus said, sure enough not to make it a question. He just knew. Not on purpose, not as a wolf, not as... you.' Severus didn't wait for Remus to reply, he just kissed his lover deeply, entangling his hands in Remus' hair.