Severus shuddered himself, hardly thinking it to be too odd of having a shared experience like this even when his pants were on and the friction of grinding against Remus's hip hadn't been intense enough to warrant his own orgasm.

Heart pounding right out of his chest, the Slytherin ignored the mess that had bubbled over his hand and the one residing in his pants as he pulled back and blinked down at Remus.

The werewolf had the strangest look to him and Severus's eyebrows knitted up on his forehead. He knew he'd done adequately, but that look was almost too brilliant to disturb. He wiped his hand on the sheet and pressed his face to Remus's throat.