[ Delightful. The wanton fog stoppering sensible replies in Adar has Sauron smiling wider, charmed and flattered. While he has great, world-altering plans and always has, he has a busy mind and (like a flame) a consuming appetite, wanting and wanting and wanting distractions; those of the flesh (in all ways) are the best. It wouldn't hurt the prim elves, he used to say, to loosen up and indulge more often. Orcs do what they want. After men they are the lowest foot-soldiers, it's true, but he can admire their rampant desires that cleave to no lies of propriety. Indulgence is where honesty lives, after all.
Unlacing those britches and draping his arms around Adar's shoulders, he kisses him hard and draws him forward to the bed, nodding his assent. Wherever Sauron's vicious, sweet general wishes the night to go, he will help. Such gifts he could rain down on him ... he feels a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spoiling a new plaything.
Biting at a lip before he seals a kiss on it, he fists a hand in Adar's hair and pulls him down. ]
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Unlacing those britches and draping his arms around Adar's shoulders, he kisses him hard and draws him forward to the bed, nodding his assent. Wherever Sauron's vicious, sweet general wishes the night to go, he will help. Such gifts he could rain down on him ... he feels a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spoiling a new plaything.
Biting at a lip before he seals a kiss on it, he fists a hand in Adar's hair and pulls him down. ]