[ Sweet elf, all the more so for already being broken in. Sauron's laugh as he catches him in his arms is smothered in a kiss and he coaxes him to turn around again, to watch the way the maia's hands run down his chest and belly, fingers sliding into the iliac dents of hips, the creases of thighs ... ]
Beautiful boy. This is how I see you every day.
[ The scars are simply an overlay over the (semi) indomitable soul within. Leering over Adar's shoulder, he catches his eye in the mirror. ]
Do you want me to touch your pretty cock, my love?
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Beautiful boy. This is how I see you every day.
[ The scars are simply an overlay over the (semi) indomitable soul within. Leering over Adar's shoulder, he catches his eye in the mirror. ]
Do you want me to touch your pretty cock, my love?