Kink
Sirius gripped his hard cock in a tight fist, moaning and thrusting up into the air. He hadn't been with anyone since his escape from Azkaban, and he had needs. Well, one need more than ever. He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of being dominated, of being pounded to completion. It hadn't really mattered who was pounding him, be it another prisoner, Malfoy, Lestrange. All that had mattered was that he didn't have to be in control. In his dog form, they had no idea it was him. And he...