[That teasing hand makes pleasure rumble in his chest, his other leg joining the first in hooking over Sauron's hips, both keeping him as close as he can and giving him the most room to touch, to move, to claim Adar even as his hands and lips try to memorise and claim Sauron. His lips on his mouth, his jaw, sweet sounds falling without hesitation from his lips as he leans up to him so he doesn't miss a single spot on his jaw as he kisses there.]
My lord, [he moans, the unspoken please all over his tone of voice.]
no subject
My lord, [he moans, the unspoken please all over his tone of voice.]