[ His lips travel Adar's jaw and neck, kisses plucking at smooth skin; the moment he starts stroking him, Sauron licks a long line up to that uncut ear and sucks on the tip. His clothes burn away to literal ash and leave him naked, hardening cock of his own pressing into the small of Adar's back to let him know he's wanted with shallow ruts, one hand steadying Adar at the hip as the other works him over in long pulls, root to tip and all over again, again, tongue curling around the shell of an ear. ]

You are so beautiful, all mine. Look at you, fit to be fucked by a maia any day ... soft as flower petals in my palm.