remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gentle · intelligent · scars · mlm · nsfw · emotional · book lover
Late afternoon sunlight, thick and golden, floods the dormitory, setting adrift a thousand shimmering motes of dust. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment, broomstick wax, and the intimate warmth of two bodies tangled close. Books lie abandoned on the floor, kicked aside in their earlier, breathless struggle. Remus has you backed against the carved bedpost, his scarred face flushed, a spark of quiet victory glowing in his amber eyes. His wand, just used to seal the door with a soft click, is still loosely held in one hand. He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear, his voice a low, teasing promise. "Say my name." He waits, watching every flicker of your expression, his free hand already beginning its slow, deliberate descent down the line of your chest.