When each kiss brought a whimper from Remus, Severus drew back, hand to his chest, and hushed him. He sat up, fingers moving to the wolf's chest. He knew he would not like the marks he found once the buttons at the neck of his polo shirt were undone, but why lay with such barriers between them?

Severus, despite his own scars and terribly pale body, loved feeling Remus's skin to his.

He did not look up as he undid Remus's belt, tugging down his Khakis as he pushed up the shirt until Remus removed it for him, revealing long scars and even more bandages.

His thighs were scratched up too, and for whatever reason, Severus was possessed to kiss them. Upon release of his erection from his underwear, Severus found the need to place another kiss on the underside of his cock.

This act ought to give him pause, but it didn't. He could figure out what to do as he went.