James, Remus and Peter fell about laughing. A red and gold pillow was lobbed in the direction of Sirius' head as they sat in their dormitory, bragging and speculating about the mysteries of the opposite sex.
"Good one, mate!"
"Yeah, you'd have anything that moves, wouldn't you?"
Sirius absorbed the audience reaction with his usual smugness. Every group of friends needs a comedian, and he was happy to play the role - a suave one, at that.
He didn't let on that he wasn't actually joking.
*
There was something about older women that made Sirius sit up straight. Maybe it was the assurance; the promise of experience. The idea of someone taking his cock in hand and knowing exactly what to do with it.
He'd always been the plucky, pushy type; the idea of someone pushing him around a bit - telling him what to do and how to do it - certainly got him hot and bothered. And oh did their Head of House have the authoritarian vibe going in just the way that did it for Sirius. Professor McGonagall was strict but not cruel, buttoned-up without being priggish, and disapproving in a way that made him squirm enough to respect her.
He wouldn't lie - nighttime wank fodder of late had prominently featured a clipped Scottish accent and being ridden by a woman who had probably being having wild rides since before he was born. Sirius felt a bit filthy for thinking it - but then again, he didn't really mind. He quite liked filthy.
James, Remus and Peter fell about laughing. A red and gold pillow was lobbed in the direction of Sirius' head as they sat in their dormitory, bragging and speculating about the mysteries of the opposite sex.
"Good one, mate!"
"Yeah, you'd have anything that moves, wouldn't you?"
Sirius absorbed the audience reaction with his usual smugness. Every group of friends needs a comedian, and he was happy to play the role - a suave one, at that.
He didn't let on that he wasn't actually joking.
There was something about older women that made Sirius sit up straight. Maybe it was the assurance; the promise of experience. The idea of someone taking his cock in hand and knowing exactly what to do with it.
He'd always been the plucky, pushy type; the idea of someone pushing him around a bit - telling him what to do and how to do it - certainly got him hot and bothered. And oh did their Head of House have the authoritarian vibe going in just the way that did it for Sirius. Professor McGonagall was strict but not cruel, buttoned-up without being priggish, and disapproving in a way that made him squirm enough to respect her.
He wouldn't lie - nighttime wank fodder of late had prominently featured a clipped Scottish accent and being ridden by a woman who had probably being having wild rides since before he was born. Sirius felt a bit filthy for thinking it - but then again, he didn't really mind. He quite liked filthy.