Remus was merely doing what he thought would feel good. He knew there was something about the neck, the vulnerability of it, the soft way the skin branched down to the chest, how light the skin was. Remus kissed from the point where the jawline meets the ear to his collar.
Clothes. Why were there clothes? Remus was about to start quite literally ripping them off when he managed to stop himself. He picked his head up and looked into his eyes. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, just to let you know. So if you're uncomfortable or whatever, that's okay. Just tell me and I'll stop. I've not really done this... any of this before." He said, willingly admitting this. But he thought that it would be the responsible thing to do. Or something.
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Date: 2010-08-11 09:27 pm (UTC)Clothes. Why were there clothes? Remus was about to start quite literally ripping them off when he managed to stop himself. He picked his head up and looked into his eyes. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, just to let you know. So if you're uncomfortable or whatever, that's okay. Just tell me and I'll stop. I've not really done this... any of this before." He said, willingly admitting this. But he thought that it would be the responsible thing to do. Or something.