Well damn... How did you nearly every single kink I have in one fic?
Harry being all pretty and vulnerable and in pretty lacy dresses and Remus being all wolf-ish and hungry and the lap thing and Guh... I think I'm dead.
Fav lines: ...Harry nodded against Remus’ shoulder. He felt more than good. He felt incredible—he felt like gossamer, like beauty personified, like a living, breathing spell—like magic.
...Harry realized he was being set upon the man’s cock. When had Remus taken it out? Harry hadn’t even gotten to see it.
...He could see himself in the mirror, now looking very flushed, one arm up, trying to hold on, hand clasped round the back of Remus’ neck.