"A Desperate Surrender"

Regulus's legs felt like jelly, his body trembling with a need he couldn't ignore. As he followed Sirius through the house, he couldn't shake the feeling that his pussy was aching, a dull throb that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. He shifted his weight, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but it only seemed to make things worse. Sirius seemed to sense his distress, and he reached out, his hand brushing against Regulus's arm. "Hey, come on," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Regulus nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He knew he needed to get out of these wet clothes, to dry off and try to regain some semblance of control. But as he followed Sirius into a bedroom, he couldn't help but feel like he was walking into a trap - a trap of his own desires. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets as Sirius pulled back the covers on a large bed. "Here," Sirius said, his eyes locked on Regulus's. "Get in." Regulus felt a shiver run down his spine as he approached the bed. All he wanted to do was fall down onto the soft mattress and let Sirius take him. He could feel his body responding to the proximity of the bed, his pussy throbbing with anticipation. Without thinking, Regulus reached out and pulled off his shirt, the fabric ripping apart as he yanked it over his head. He could feel Sirius's eyes on him, burning with a intensity that made his skin prickle. Sirius didn't move, didn't reach out to touch him. He just stood there, his eyes drinking in the sight of Regulus's bare chest. Regulus felt a flush rise to his cheeks, but he didn't stop. He reached out and pulled off his pants, the wet fabric clinging to his legs as he kicked them off. He was left standing there, his underwear clinging to his hips, his body trembling with need. Sirius's eyes seemed to bore into his, and Regulus could feel himself getting wetter, his body responding to the attention. "Please," Regulus whispered, his voice barely audible. He knew he was begging, but he couldn't help it. All he wanted was to be taken, to be claimed by Sirius. Sirius's eyes seemed to flash with desire, and he took a step closer to Regulus. "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Regulus felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny it. "Please take me," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. Sirius's eyes seemed to burn with intensity, and he reached out, his hands wrapping around Regulus's waist. "Get on the bed," he whispered, his voice like a caress. Regulus didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, falling back onto the soft mattress as Sirius followed him, his body covering Regulus's. Regulus felt a wave of relief wash over him as Sirius's weight pressed down on him, his body responding to the touch. He was ready, so ready. All he wanted was for Sirius to take him, to claim him as his own. And as he looked up into Sirius's eyes, he knew that it was going to happen.