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[He falls backward with no resistance, wouldn't resist even if he could, because her hand exploring his cock is about the only thing he can focus on right now. Remus shudders at the way her thumb traces over that ridge under the head of his cock, head pressing back into the pillow. He'd normally be far too shy to talk about something like this out loud...but her hand and her warmth and the low tone of her voice against his ear is encouragement enough to be bold.]

It feels...incredible, Gods, please, d-don't stop.

[He's completely forgotten about the contest, truth be told. It's the furthest thing from his mind right now.]