[Some of it is vanity, he had always hated each and every disfigurement he was given in the name of "progress" or, just as often, punishment, but also it is the lightness of being able to fully feel things again, to have nothing that aches and needs soothing, nothing that pulls too tight when he moves or doesn't feel at all because the nerves were long burned away.
Sauron's touch isn't a ghost anywhere on him tonight, it full and vibrant and the only ache in his body is his desire to be touched, loved, to fuck. He tilts his head to give Sauron as much room as he desires at his throat, eyes half-closed and watching them in the mirror through thick lashes as he is stroked, teased.]
My Lord, [he whimpers, because he will not last forever like this and he doesn't know if he's allowed to not.]
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Sauron's touch isn't a ghost anywhere on him tonight, it full and vibrant and the only ache in his body is his desire to be touched, loved, to fuck. He tilts his head to give Sauron as much room as he desires at his throat, eyes half-closed and watching them in the mirror through thick lashes as he is stroked, teased.]
My Lord, [he whimpers, because he will not last forever like this and he doesn't know if he's allowed to not.]