His eyes flew open at Hermione’s request. She was perched at the very end of the bed, leaning forward watching with rapt attention. He turned over his shoulder and they lazily kissed, tongues tangled together, while Remus’ hands wandered, and Hermione’s gaze watched their every move. He felt time stand still as Remus popped open the button of his pants and slowly slid down the zipper. He was painfully hard, the head of his cock peaking out of the top of his boxers.