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The fourth time, they actually make it to a bed, with the lights on and their clothes off. He pauses a moment, his back turned as he unstraps his leg. A glance over his shoulder finds Remus drawing an awkward breath before slipping out of his robes. Some of the marks are old, some fresh, all of them deep. They regard each other silently for a moment.
Then he pulls Remus down with a growl, gets his mouth on him, and proceeds to make him howl.
He's always said, never trust a man who doesn't have a scar or two.