For just a second Draco forgot that they had somewhere they needed to be and relished in the way the scruff of Remus’ beard felt against his own smooth cheek. Their lower halves pressed together, and Draco fought the urge to grind against him like they were teenagers sneaking off behind a tapestry at school. Remus broke their kiss but kept his hold and Draco couldn’t bring himself to move, paralyzed by the desire emanating from the gorgeous man holding him. He traced his fingers down the largest scar across Remus’ cheek in a move he’d seen Hermione perform hundreds of times and Remus closed his eyes at the sensation.