[ A chuckle, as if the joke is shared, flutters over Adar's shoulder. ]
Good answer.
[ The kisses drag around that neck as Sauron steps in front, toasty nuzzles lining Adar's jaw with faux-tenderness. He guides a hand up to the pale robe he wears, heedless and uncaring of the black blood staining those palms, another to his hair that shimmers like metal made silk, lips ghosting over Adar's with a command phrased as a suggestion. ]
Undress me.
[ It's only his body, hröa bindings, but he does have great vanity in being the picture of elven perfection, unblemished and strong. ]
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Good answer.
[ The kisses drag around that neck as Sauron steps in front, toasty nuzzles lining Adar's jaw with faux-tenderness. He guides a hand up to the pale robe he wears, heedless and uncaring of the black blood staining those palms, another to his hair that shimmers like metal made silk, lips ghosting over Adar's with a command phrased as a suggestion. ]
Undress me.
[ It's only his body, hröa bindings, but he does have great vanity in being the picture of elven perfection, unblemished and strong. ]