[The flare of embers catch his attention out of the corner of his eyes, but the uruk doesn't pay them heed. If they sink into the centre of the world because his master came, well it would be fitting. He barely has the brainpower to think of it anyway, not with the feeling of his body so tight around Adar's cock, his hands reclaiming old scars with fresh dark lines.
Then there is the kiss, and Adar's hand releases his cock to instead weave into his golden hair and hold him close. It tastes like copper and iron and an endless hunger that burns within him now. His hips roll, unrelenting, his body aching to release but still wanting to see the maia beneath him come undone. A game with his master he was surely losing, between his hips and his voice. He manages for at most half a minute more after that last encouragement curls encouragingly in his ruined ear and then he cannot hold on anymore. He loses himself, the ability to keep his hips at an even pace, the strength to hold himself up fully as his cock empties itself as he slams into his master. A mess of moans fall from his lips, words uttered in every language he has ever learnt as pleasure crashes over him.]
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Then there is the kiss, and Adar's hand releases his cock to instead weave into his golden hair and hold him close. It tastes like copper and iron and an endless hunger that burns within him now. His hips roll, unrelenting, his body aching to release but still wanting to see the maia beneath him come undone. A game with his master he was surely losing, between his hips and his voice. He manages for at most half a minute more after that last encouragement curls encouragingly in his ruined ear and then he cannot hold on anymore. He loses himself, the ability to keep his hips at an even pace, the strength to hold himself up fully as his cock empties itself as he slams into his master. A mess of moans fall from his lips, words uttered in every language he has ever learnt as pleasure crashes over him.]