Chapter 12Remus
They settled into something like a routine over the next few weeks. Nightly promenades with the Happy Bookers. Every second evening they were invited for a home-cooked meal in one of the homes. Best of all they’d enjoyed copious amounts of s*x. Not even in his teenage years had Remus gotten laid so frequently and definitely not as well as these last weeks with Murphy.
The man was f*****g insatiable, Remus’ ass ached pleasantly as a constant reminder. Top, bottom, switching, hell Remus couldn’t believe there was any position left for them to try. He couldn’t wipe the f*****g smile off his face.
But not just the s*x, the f*****g kissing. Christ, Murphy loved kissing and they did it for hours. Remus might be sitting on the bed or in a chair and suddenly his lap was full of
