[Sauron had forced him into returning, and yet despite that, despite the unwanted goal of the evening, he somehow didn't find himself repulsed by his master but rather drawn closer. Would he have missed him if he made it into the arms of the waiting Noldor army? He wants to think not, yet his body almost sings as they kiss, his hands tangle claimingly in his hair even though Sauron will always own him and never vice versa.
A moan spills between their lips as he tries to claim more kisses, wanting nothing else, unable to think of anything else but the press of his body.]
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A moan spills between their lips as he tries to claim more kisses, wanting nothing else, unable to think of anything else but the press of his body.]