It was true, obviously, but somehow actually hearing Remus say it was a hundred times worse. Sirius knew enough about the war, about prisoners, about Death Eaters to realize that such things happened. Especially with purebloods, while there were other treatments reserved for others. Adding to that the fact that he did have the classical Black looks, with all the beauty and haughtiness that stood for, it wasn't that far-fetched that he'd be reduced in such a way.
On an intellectual level, he could handle it well enough. Psychologically, he had been trying to not think about it as much as he could. Hearing it described by Remus, who he shared so many far more pleasant intimate memories with... It was worse, it made it worse.
"Wasn't that hard to get him to kneel, actually." Warwick smirked, not in the least minding how obnoxious he was in the face of Remus's obvious anger. "Although he wasn't all that cooperative anyway. Had to break his jaw once, that taught him the lesson. We could fuck his mouth anyway."
Once more the way he touched Remus changed, more skillful, trying to actually make him hard as he stroked him evenly, while he continued to taunt them both with his cruel games.
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On an intellectual level, he could handle it well enough. Psychologically, he had been trying to not think about it as much as he could. Hearing it described by Remus, who he shared so many far more pleasant intimate memories with... It was worse, it made it worse.
"Wasn't that hard to get him to kneel, actually." Warwick smirked, not in the least minding how obnoxious he was in the face of Remus's obvious anger. "Although he wasn't all that cooperative anyway. Had to break his jaw once, that taught him the lesson. We could fuck his mouth anyway."
Once more the way he touched Remus changed, more skillful, trying to actually make him hard as he stroked him evenly, while he continued to taunt them both with his cruel games.
"What else did we do? Tell me."