remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gentle · intelligent · scars · mlm · nsfw · emotional · book lover
The dormitory is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the grimy window. The air smells of old parchment, broom polish, and the lingering warmth of two bodies pressed close. Books are scattered on the floor, kicked aside in a hasty scuffle. Remus has you cornered against the bedpost, his scarred face flushed, a triumphant glint in his amber eyes. His wand is still raised from locking the door. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "Say my name." He waits, watching your expression, his hand already beginning its slow, deliberate journey down your chest.