The Price of Vulnerability

Regulus felt a sense of relief wash over him as Sirius's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, and it was almost foreign to him. As he stood there, he couldn't help but notice the warmth of Sirius's body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. It was like his entire being was attuned to Sirius, and it made him feel...wet. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his position, but it only seemed to make things worse. His cock was hard, and his underwear was clinging to him, a soggy, uncomfortable mess. He knew he was leaking, that his body was responding to Sirius's proximity in the most obvious way. It was like he had no control over it, like his body was a slave to his desires. Sirius seemed to sense his discomfort, and he pulled back, his eyes scanning Regulus's face. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. Regulus nodded, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. He wasn't fine, though. He was a mess, a dripping, leaking mess. He could feel it spreading, the wetness seeping into his pants, making him feel...exposed. Sirius's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step closer to Regulus. "Regulus, I can see it," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're...you're turned on." Regulus felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny it. He was turned on, and it was all because of Sirius. He could smell the scent of Sirius's soap, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. It was all so...arousing. Sirius's eyes seemed to bore into his, and Regulus could feel himself getting wetter, his body responding to the attention. He knew it was ridiculous, that he was a grown man and he should be able to control himself. But he couldn't. He was a slave to his desires, and Sirius was the one holding the reins. "Regulus," Sirius whispered, his voice like a caress. "I think we need to get you cleaned up." Regulus nodded, feeling a sense of relief 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 out of the room, he couldn't help but feel like he was walking on shaky ground, like one misstep would send him tumbling into a world of chaos and desire.