[Where his teeth had not felt like a threat, the chuckle makes Adar wonder if Sauron was planning something (he was always planning something, but what?) before the warmth of him nuzzling against his jaw washes the thought back out to sea as quickly as it had come in.
That Sauron would be the end of him wasn't exactly a surprise, only the when, and the why, and for now as his hands are placed on his master in both an order and permission to touch him, Adar makes himself focus on the task at hand, hoping he can avoid the destruction that would surely come if he followed his masters lips like he wanted to and pressed their bodies together.]
As you wish. [Even such a simple reply, said almost by rote, had heat to it. It flustered him how obvious it was, how plainly his master would have seen it even if he tried to put more effort into guarding himself.
With himself, he had taken no care, but with Sauron he did. Adar reluctantly moved his hand from Sauron's beautiful hair and he looked for every fastening on his raiment and carefully undid them, his movements smoother and more practised. Gentler on Sauron than he had been on himself, despite the fact that of the two of them he was the one far closer to fragile. When his robe is undone, Adar begins to help push it from his shoulders while heat rises to his cheeks as he is given more of that beautiful flesh to look upon.
They were not at all a matched set. Maybe a long time ago he would not have looked so out of place next to him but he is more and more aware of each ragged scar that distorts his flesh in a way he had not cared about since Angband the longer he stands next to Sauron. More self-conscious of his half-nakedness.]
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That Sauron would be the end of him wasn't exactly a surprise, only the when, and the why, and for now as his hands are placed on his master in both an order and permission to touch him, Adar makes himself focus on the task at hand, hoping he can avoid the destruction that would surely come if he followed his masters lips like he wanted to and pressed their bodies together.]
As you wish. [Even such a simple reply, said almost by rote, had heat to it. It flustered him how obvious it was, how plainly his master would have seen it even if he tried to put more effort into guarding himself.
With himself, he had taken no care, but with Sauron he did. Adar reluctantly moved his hand from Sauron's beautiful hair and he looked for every fastening on his raiment and carefully undid them, his movements smoother and more practised. Gentler on Sauron than he had been on himself, despite the fact that of the two of them he was the one far closer to fragile. When his robe is undone, Adar begins to help push it from his shoulders while heat rises to his cheeks as he is given more of that beautiful flesh to look upon.
They were not at all a matched set. Maybe a long time ago he would not have looked so out of place next to him but he is more and more aware of each ragged scar that distorts his flesh in a way he had not cared about since Angband the longer he stands next to Sauron. More self-conscious of his half-nakedness.]