Face splotching with effort, Severus pressed himself into Remus's hip. There was almost no pressure, no friction against himself, but it hardly seemed to matter. The scent wafting from Remus's skin was driving him wild as it had been slowly since he first smelled it the day after Remus's last cycle.

He'd been captivated by it then, his heart and mind stolen by it. Without any realization of what had been happening, he'd fallen into Remus's patterns, soaked up the moonlight that blossomed from his skin, and was bound to him.

The staring. The desire. The furtive kissing half a month before, and now, fingers wrapped tightly around him, Severus wanted nothing more. Luckily, skill was not as important as speed and pressure and Severus compensated as best he could for their rolling about together.