[There, he thinks again, and he isn't so lost in his own pleasure that he doesn't find pleasure in that, in making him finish like that, so easily--even drunk, he can still get him here, and he moans again, once more, and he feels his own finish, right there, he's at the brink of it--he keeps his hand on Remus as he moves, faster, still faster, until he's there, with a shout of his own--]
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