[For Adar there was a sense of control in keeping his body to himself, some deep part of him wanting to steal back the agency that had been ripped from him in Angband, even if he would not have realised that was why if he was asked. It was not about prudishness or a lack of want, but another faucet of the freedom he had barely begun to be accustomed to having again.
So this tryst, this heated rush is unusual for him and strips him bare in more ways than his disappearing britches did (impatient Maia...). There is a hunger in him that now it was dragged to the surface made him feel like he could eat the whole world raw if that was what it took to continue on this path. As though he was one of Sauron's wolves and not his Uruk, not something allowed to keep (most of) its mind and use it in his service. A beast that was only riled further when nails trace every scar they can reach and their bodies press together, naked and needy. His hand reaches between them and strokes Sauron's cock, ignoring his own for the new novelty of being able to touch his master so brazenly. Their lips tangle in a kiss that shows as much urgency as he feels, their mutual want something primal and feral. When his master speaks, Adar actually smiles, because he can't break him, not like this. He never imagined he could. The idea was absurd, but then, so was all of it.
The Uruk pushed himself up with one hand, shifting until he could look at Sauron laid out on the bed and committing every inch of him to memory. His cock was hard and throbbing, leaking the evidence of his desire against his stomach. As much as his nerves wobble at the idea, he has never needed to be given an order twice when it actually mattered. The moment of hesitation Adar does have is one of his need fighting against his desire to do things properly. His hand, calloused from years of combat and hard work strokes Sauron's cock firmer now, taking time on each stroke to tease the head and searching for a rhythm that gets the most reaction out of Sauron as his other hand adjusts their position so he is more comfortably settled between Saurons thighs.
Kingdoms had sunk for less than the vision he saw before him now. The thought was sobering enough to almost make him reconsider his own pleasure, though he doesn't stop trying to please Sauron, and now his other hand joins in that pursuit as he teases that inviting, perfect hole that his master was surely alluding to before (and if he wasn't... it wasn't the worst thing Adar had done to be punished for).]
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So this tryst, this heated rush is unusual for him and strips him bare in more ways than his disappearing britches did (impatient Maia...). There is a hunger in him that now it was dragged to the surface made him feel like he could eat the whole world raw if that was what it took to continue on this path. As though he was one of Sauron's wolves and not his Uruk, not something allowed to keep (most of) its mind and use it in his service. A beast that was only riled further when nails trace every scar they can reach and their bodies press together, naked and needy. His hand reaches between them and strokes Sauron's cock, ignoring his own for the new novelty of being able to touch his master so brazenly. Their lips tangle in a kiss that shows as much urgency as he feels, their mutual want something primal and feral. When his master speaks, Adar actually smiles, because he can't break him, not like this. He never imagined he could. The idea was absurd, but then, so was all of it.
The Uruk pushed himself up with one hand, shifting until he could look at Sauron laid out on the bed and committing every inch of him to memory. His cock was hard and throbbing, leaking the evidence of his desire against his stomach. As much as his nerves wobble at the idea, he has never needed to be given an order twice when it actually mattered. The moment of hesitation Adar does have is one of his need fighting against his desire to do things properly. His hand, calloused from years of combat and hard work strokes Sauron's cock firmer now, taking time on each stroke to tease the head and searching for a rhythm that gets the most reaction out of Sauron as his other hand adjusts their position so he is more comfortably settled between Saurons thighs.
Kingdoms had sunk for less than the vision he saw before him now. The thought was sobering enough to almost make him reconsider his own pleasure, though he doesn't stop trying to please Sauron, and now his other hand joins in that pursuit as he teases that inviting, perfect hole that his master was surely alluding to before (and if he wasn't... it wasn't the worst thing Adar had done to be punished for).]