no subject

[Honestly? Yes. Anything that defied his sense of order and was not Morgoth was usually fair game to be brought low. And though he doesn't come out and say it, it is clear enough on his face for the few moments before another finger is pressed inside of him and scrambles his thoughts. He ached for him, for those fingers to be replaced with his cock, to be filled by him, to be fucked until there was nothing more he could give.]

Would you want me if my love was unconditional? [He risks asking, his voice hitched and his hips trying to squirm down against that clever hand.] Or would I just be another one of your discarded toys?