[ If fear isn't enough to keep a leash around Adar's neck, fucking will do nicely. Sauron has plenty of experience in both.
He lets his arms fall overhead on the dark sheets, golden hair spread out as he makes a show of basking under Adar's attention, the slender, pretty cock stroked in that gnarled hand slick with precome, creamy thighs blushing pink with the pressure of every touch spreading them. If his eyes didn't glow with his spirit of fire he could be any high elf lord that gazed upon the trees in a time before time, thrumming with radiance.
The way he arches matches a line of fire threaded throughout the floor, obsidian cracking as it heats up on the subconscious will of the Maia when Adar touches him so intimately. A hand slides down to cover the uruk's fingers and leave a smear of clear oil, only a little: pain isn't something Sauron balks at in the search for pleasure but he wants Adar to think back on this and have his guts melt with want. ]
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He lets his arms fall overhead on the dark sheets, golden hair spread out as he makes a show of basking under Adar's attention, the slender, pretty cock stroked in that gnarled hand slick with precome, creamy thighs blushing pink with the pressure of every touch spreading them. If his eyes didn't glow with his spirit of fire he could be any high elf lord that gazed upon the trees in a time before time, thrumming with radiance.
The way he arches matches a line of fire threaded throughout the floor, obsidian cracking as it heats up on the subconscious will of the Maia when Adar touches him so intimately. A hand slides down to cover the uruk's fingers and leave a smear of clear oil, only a little: pain isn't something Sauron balks at in the search for pleasure but he wants Adar to think back on this and have his guts melt with want. ]