“I was tired of opening bras”, he smirked. Sirius looked down at the bulge in his pants. “I could try”, he said with hesitation. He was afraid that his sex-clouded mind misled the spell. But he tried anyway. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as the waistband was slowly torn apart. Sirius continued his work with his hands, ripping open the trousers as far as he needed to free his erection from its captivity. Better. Much better.
“Your turn, darling”, he whispered, climbing back on top of her.