Happy birthday, arionrhod!
Happy Birthday Arionrhod!

Hope your day is filled with much Snupin and cake and good times!

Here is my attempt at a gift drabble! I apologize for the logic holes in advance :)


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Severus cleared his throat, causing Remus to lower his Muggle newspaper. He looked up expectantly to find his lover perched stiffly on the sofa, face obscured by a book. Knowing better than to ask, Remus once again turned back to his paper.

Only to be interrupted again by another subtle cough. He once again looked up, this time to find Severus blushing a pleasant shade of pink. Remus tilted his head questioningly.

"My cock," Severus began. He had to pause for a moment to gather himself again and also because Remus had hit his head on the back of his armchair, having sat up so abruptly. "-gets so hard simply at the thought of your lean, muscular body."

There was a very long, very awkward silence.

Severus frowned. Perhaps the delivery had been wrong. Or perhaps the imagery was insufficient. Maybe these occasions required some sort of foreplay? But then, how the hell do you foreplay verbal foreplay?

Somewhere in the middle of this conundrum, Severus realized that he was now somehow pinned to the sofa, completely naked. There was in fact nothing between his skin and that of his silly werewolf. His silly, ridiculously hungry-looking, and—oh yes—aroused werewolf.

"Well?" Remus growled.

"Yes?" Severus shivered from the timbre of it, still a little dazed.

Remus nipped his way up Severus' neck, drawing him in for a dizzying kiss. He grinned. "Tell me more."