[Remus tilts his head up, exposing more of his throat, as Magnus kisses along his jaw. His hand tightens briefly around his own wrist, a nervous energy thrumming through him.
Magnus has an idea, and historically, this means brain-meltingly good things. It's a relief, but the anticipation negates any easing of his tense muscles from that.]
Will you tell me? [He asks on a rough whisper, turning his head slightly in a silent plea for a kiss.]
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Magnus has an idea, and historically, this means brain-meltingly good things. It's a relief, but the anticipation negates any easing of his tense muscles from that.]
Will you tell me? [He asks on a rough whisper, turning his head slightly in a silent plea for a kiss.]