[Good boy hits in a way it really shouldn't, the praise coiling around him body and soul, stealing a moan from his lips that are just as soon occupied with Saurons. He tastes himself in his mouth and yet leans into him more because of it.
He could get lost here, in Sauron's hands. He could forget himself, forget his worries, his wants, become nothing but the desire to taste and please and fuck. He even forgets for the moment that he hadn't really wanted this at all and that it is part of Sauron's latest experiment.
He feels light when he is picked up and the sheets are more delightful than he recalled, Adar squirms a little on them not out of anticipation so much for whatever it is his master has planned next but for the delight of silk on skin that he had mostly forgotten. His legs part to give Sauron the room he desires but he is instead just kissed, his body arching up, wanting to touch more as they kiss and his hands tangle in Sauron's soft hair.]
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He could get lost here, in Sauron's hands. He could forget himself, forget his worries, his wants, become nothing but the desire to taste and please and fuck. He even forgets for the moment that he hadn't really wanted this at all and that it is part of Sauron's latest experiment.
He feels light when he is picked up and the sheets are more delightful than he recalled, Adar squirms a little on them not out of anticipation so much for whatever it is his master has planned next but for the delight of silk on skin that he had mostly forgotten. His legs part to give Sauron the room he desires but he is instead just kissed, his body arching up, wanting to touch more as they kiss and his hands tangle in Sauron's soft hair.]