"Degradation's Thrall"

Regulus's eyes locked onto Sirius's, a spark of something primal and intense igniting within them. He felt a shiver run down his spine as Sirius's words hung in the air, a cruel taunt that seemed to awaken a deep-seated desire within him. He loved this, loved the way Sirius's venomous words made him feel - used, degraded, and utterly powerless. As he gazed up at Sirius, Regulus felt his face flush with arousal. He could feel James's cock still buried deep within him, a reminder of the act they had just shared. But it was Sirius's words, Sirius's gaze, that truly drove him. He felt a thrill run through him as he realized that Sirius's degradation was, in fact, a twisted form of validation. Sirius's eyes narrowed, his gaze still burning with fury. But Regulus could see something else there, too - a spark of fascination. Sirius seemed to be drawn to Regulus's reaction, to the way he seemed to revel in the degradation. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Sirius spat, his voice low and menacing. "You're a sick fucking Black, Regulus. You love being used, being degraded." Regulus's face went pale, but he didn't look away. Instead, he held Sirius's gaze, his eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and arousal. He knew that he was playing with fire, that Sirius's words could cut him to the quick. But he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to this, to the rush of emotions that came with being degraded. James's arms were still wrapped around him, his hands gentle on Regulus's hips. But Regulus barely registered him, his focus solely on Sirius. He felt a sense of surrender wash over him, a sense of giving himself over to Sirius's twisted desires. "Yes," Regulus whispered, his voice barely audible. "I love it." The words seemed to hang in the air, a challenge to Sirius. But instead of anger, Sirius's face twisted into a cruel smile. "I knew you were a slut," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I knew you loved being used." Regulus felt a shiver run down his spine as Sirius's words washed over him. He knew that he was in deep, that he was surrendering to a part of himself that he barely understood. But he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to the darkness, to the thrill of being degraded and used. As he gazed up at Sirius, Regulus knew that he was lost, that he was forever trapped in this twisted game of degradation and desire. And he knew that he would do anything, anything at all, to keep playing.