Snape, obviously

"You're back, then," Remus spat bitterly, pacing the room. 

"Obviously," Severus replied coolly, arms crossed, as if desperate to create a physical barrier between himself and the man before him. "I assumed you could handle yourself while I was gone, Lupin." 

Lupin. It was spoken in a tone that was both calculated and cold. Filled with venom, poisoning Remus to the core. Designed to sting. Designed to put distance between them, to act like they were nothing more than colleagues, 

"Lupin again, is it? Weeks, Severus! You disappear for weeks without a single word and then waltz back in here as if I'm nothing more than a nuisance?" Remus' voice was shaking, not with fear but with pure unrestrained need had been trying to keep in check for too long. 

Severus' face remained infuriatingly unreadable. "I had a mission to complete. I don't have the luxury of coddling your insecurities." 

"Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy pushing me away and pretending like none of this matters? Like we don't matter?" 

"There is no we," Severus replied coldly, but his voice lacked its usual bite. "This is hardly the time for emotional outbursts." 

"Emotional outbursts?" Remus stepped closer, invading Severus' space. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Sev. And all I get from you is this- this stupid act you're putting on! I'm sick of it. I'm so fucking sick of it, Severus."

Severus clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his façade. "I don't have time for you-"

Remus lunged, grabbing Severus' collar and slamming him into the wall with a deafening thud. "Shut up, Severus!" he growled, pinning him there. "Do you think I don't see through it? You're so afraid to feel, so afraid to let yourself want something, to need something. But you do want it, don't you? You want me just as much as I want you."

Severus' eyes narrowed, the thin thread of control he had been desperately clinging to starting slip through his fingers. "You know nothing of what I need." 

"I know everything, Severus. I can smell it on you. You're aching just as much as I am. You just just won't admit it." 

Severus opened his mouth to respond, to snap back, but he hesitated. For the briefest moment, the mask slipped, and Remus saw the flicker of want, of desperate need in Severus' eyes. Remus leaned closer, crowding Severus against the wall, his breath hot against Severus' face. "You're not fooling me," he murmured. "You're already fucking hard," Remus growled in an almost accusatory tone as he pressed his thigh between Severus' legs. 

Severus swallowed hard and for a moment, he considered pushing him away, continuing the charade. But he couldn't. Not when Remus was standing this close. Not when his own body was betraying him. 

"Remus..." came the faintest whisper from Severus' lips.

There it was. Remus. The façade had shattered. 

In one swift movement, Severus grabbed Remus by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss. The force of it was enough to make Remus stumble, but he didn't care. He responded immediately, his hands gripping Severus' robes as if they were the only thing holding him together. 

"Fuck, Severus," Remus groaned against his lips. "I've been going mad without you." 

Severus said nothing. His breath was ragged as he felt himself being yanked toward the bed, but he didn't care. It was too late to fight. Too foolish to deny. He barely had time to think before Remus shoved him against the bed, bending him over it. "Remus, calm down-" he tried to admonish but he was swiftly cut off. 

"Shut up," Remus snapped, his hands already working to undo Severus' trousers. His fingers were trembling with urgency, and his breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. "Tell me you want this, Severus. Tell me." 

Severus opened his mouth to protest, but he didn't trust his own voice to deny what he truly wanted. He did want this. He wanted to give in, to feel, to be taken. The best he could manage was a badly forced sneer. "Go on then, you filthy beast." 

Remus wasted no time. With barely any finesse, he fumbled with his own trousers, roughly pushing them down. He was so hard it hurt. He spat into his own hand and slicked himself hastily. There was no time for gentleness, no time for preparation. He gripped Severus' hips as he lined himself up and entered him with one hard thrust. 

"Fuck!" Severus cried out, his fingers clenching the bedsheets as Remus pushed deeper. 

Remus growled, already too close to the point of no return. He wasn't gentle. He couldn't be. His hips bucked against Severus with a wild, frantic rhythm. "Severus...Fuck," he gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants as his hips slammed against Severus again and again. 

Severus clenched around him, the raw feeling of being taken so hard, so rough, made him dizzy. "You're...you're fucking feral, Remus," he groaned, though there was no reproach in his voice- just lust. 

Remus only groaned in response, his grip on Severus' hips tightening. His hips slammed forward again, harder this time, and he let out a shuddering moan and he felt the tight heat of Severus clench and relax around him. He barely managed a few more thrusts before he felt his control snap. "Fuck, fuck, I'm-" Remus gasped, his voice breaking. "I'm coming." 

Severus felt Remus' cock throb violently inside him, felt the hot rush of semen fill him. "Fuck," Severus groaned, his own cock twitching as he felt Remus spill inside him. 

Remus kept moving, his hips grinding desperately against Severus, trying to prolong the pleasure. "More," Remus growled. "I need more." 

Severus' cock hardened further at the sound, the idea of being the object of Remus' desire making him impossibly (and shamefully) aroused. "Take it, Remus. Take what you need." 

Remus let out a ragged moan and thrust even harder. He couldn't stop, couldn't control himself anymore. It was pure, animalistic instinct. His hands gripped Severus so tightly he knew there would be bruises later, but Severus didn't care. He wanted this. Wanted all of it.

Remus' movements became frantic again, his cock twitching inside Severus as he came for the second time. "Fuck, I'm coming again," he groaned, his voice broken. 

Severus let out a choked moan as he felt the warmth flood him again. "Yes, Remus, yes," he gasped, his hand moving to stroke himself furiously. "Fuck, I'm going to come." 

With a few more rough thrusts, Severus' climax exploded out of him, thick spurts of his release covering the sheets beneath them. "Remus," he moaned, "fuck, Remus." 

Remus collapsed over Severus, his hips still grinding slightly. Both of them were panting, drenched in sweat, sticky with come. Remus' grip finally softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Severus' shoulder. He pulled out slowly, and settled next to Severus before pulling him against his chest. 

"Lupin what are you-" Severus protested, his body rigid. 

"Lupin again? I just fucked you into oblivion and you still call me Lupin? And for your information, Severus, I'm holding you. I'm not angry enough to let you collapse into your own mess."