**Chapter 12: Desperate Desires**

Regulus's eyes locked onto Sirius's, his expression a mix of desperation and longing. He felt a surge of shame and guilt still lingering inside him, but his desire for Sirius had only grown stronger. He took a step closer to Sirius, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need...I need you," he said, his words trembling. Sirius's eyes narrowed, his gaze searching Regulus's face. "What do you need, Regulus?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Regulus felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find the words. "I need...your cock," he said, his voice cracking with desire. "I need it in my pussy." Sirius's eyes widened in surprise, but Regulus could see the desire burning in his gaze. Sirius's cock hardened at the mention of Regulus's desire, and Regulus couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the sight. Sirius stood up from the bed, his eyes never leaving Regulus's face. "Get on the bed," he said, his voice commanding. Regulus didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, his heart racing with anticipation. Sirius followed, his movements fluid and confident. As Sirius approached him, Regulus felt a surge of desire wash over him. He spread his legs, his tiny pussy aching with need. Sirius's eyes locked onto his, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're so tiny, so fragile," Sirius whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I don't know if I can be gentle with you." Regulus shook his head, his eyes pleading. "Don't be gentle," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need it hard, I need it now." Sirius's eyes flashed with desire, and he plunged his hard cock into Regulus's tiny pussy. Regulus cried out in pleasure, his body adjusting to the sudden invasion. As Sirius began to move, Regulus felt a rush of pleasure mixed with pain. He was consumed by the sensation, his body moving in time with Sirius's. He felt his pussy stretching to accommodate Sirius's thick cock, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of being filled by him. Sirius's eyes locked onto Regulus's, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "So fucking tight." Regulus felt his face heat up with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the sense of pleasure that was building inside him. He was torn between pain and desire, unsure of how to react. But as Sirius continued to move, Regulus felt his body begin to respond, his desire growing with each passing moment. He was consumed by the sensation, his body moving in time with Sirius's. As they reached the conclusion, Regulus felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had finally found what he needed, and for a moment, he could forget about his father's darkness and the shame that lingered inside him. All he could think about was Sirius, and the way he made him feel.