[Few didn't hate him already, he was too elven for Angband and too Uruk for elsewhere. Regardless, he thinks of nothing and no one outside of this room at the moment, his entire world shrunk down to the soft glimmer and heat that touched him, claimed him. Sauron could have carved his name in his now beautiful flesh and he would probably take it as a compliment because it meant he was still being touched.
He delights in how much and how specifically he can feel Sauron's teasing touches, pressing up against each one as much as he can. Adar is flushed and flustered and overflowing with desire again, even after so little time.]
I do love you, [Sauron feels wrong to call him in that moment, it is an insult even if Sauron takes it on the chin when it is used, but he dare not use anything else so he instead adds] master.
You are always inside of me. [Body, soul, anywhere he went he carried the voice of Sauron with him, knew where his hands would go–be it in love or anger–could not lose the taste of him.] Always with me. [But he wants him now, too, for those echoes of long ago felt touches to become realities again. He hooks one leg around Sauron's hip, drawing him closer if he will allow it.]
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He delights in how much and how specifically he can feel Sauron's teasing touches, pressing up against each one as much as he can. Adar is flushed and flustered and overflowing with desire again, even after so little time.]
I do love you, [Sauron feels wrong to call him in that moment, it is an insult even if Sauron takes it on the chin when it is used, but he dare not use anything else so he instead adds] master.
You are always inside of me. [Body, soul, anywhere he went he carried the voice of Sauron with him, knew where his hands would go–be it in love or anger–could not lose the taste of him.] Always with me. [But he wants him now, too, for those echoes of long ago felt touches to become realities again. He hooks one leg around Sauron's hip, drawing him closer if he will allow it.]