[ All that elven sentiment was too hard to burn and cut out, it seems. A stubborn piece of it remains somewhere in Adar's very blood, soured though it is. Sauron tastes the banked passion and glories in having stirred it, helping that mindless lust along with a slow, firm stroke along the line of a hardening cock, mapping Adar through a thin layer of cloth. ]
Believe me, my prakhumash Arquenhuinë, I intend to be pleased.
[ Sauron grasps his way to a waist to draw him in, raking his nails down Adar's back hard enough to leave pressure lines. When he drags him closer by the ass it's to let him feel his own hardness trapped between them, hot as a brand despite the britches. Sauron does not gasp, though his lashes flutter and he steals an insistent kiss, licking his way into Adar's mouth with a growl. ]
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Believe me, my prakhumash Arquenhuinë, I intend to be pleased.
[ Sauron grasps his way to a waist to draw him in, raking his nails down Adar's back hard enough to leave pressure lines. When he drags him closer by the ass it's to let him feel his own hardness trapped between them, hot as a brand despite the britches. Sauron does not gasp, though his lashes flutter and he steals an insistent kiss, licking his way into Adar's mouth with a growl. ]
Speak what you want before I seek it myself.