[He always had more than one in him, Sauron had long ago made sure of that. A bull who could not perform was of little use, after all. But still he had had to ask, this wasn't just anyone wrapped around his cock, it was his master, his re-maker, his only light and source of love in these dark halls.
Each stroke of his cock drives him closer and closer, his body growing taut. almost, almost a l m o s t then as his hand reaches up and back to brush over Sauron's too-perfect jaw that is cradled in the crook of his neck he finally cannot help himself and he comes, spilling over Sauron's hand and having to lean back against him so he does not swoon. Saurons name is on his lips, mixed with moans and master, or my lord and a thousand sweet nothings that he had never earned but Adar always ended up whispering to him in moments like these anyway.]
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Each stroke of his cock drives him closer and closer, his body growing taut. almost, almost a l m o s t then as his hand reaches up and back to brush over Sauron's too-perfect jaw that is cradled in the crook of his neck he finally cannot help himself and he comes, spilling over Sauron's hand and having to lean back against him so he does not swoon. Saurons name is on his lips, mixed with moans and master, or my lord and a thousand sweet nothings that he had never earned but Adar always ended up whispering to him in moments like these anyway.]