Clothing fell to the floor as they shuffled. Ties, robes, jumpers...shirts were a little hard to follow when neither boy seemed to comfortable with how they looked beneath their clothing. Severus huffed lightly as he gripped Remus's hands, focusing on the thickness of his fingers compared to his own before he looked up into lusty, gold flecked eyes.

As pale as he was, scars were exceedingly visible on his body. Cigarette burns, lacerations from broken glass -- he wasn't sure what Lupin would say.

He hardly needed pity. He might die if he got any. "Nox," he murmured, and only in the dark did he pull off his shirt.