It can feel that way. [Because whether Sauron does it intentionally or not, he is certain it is that way. Things that interest him or are useful get his doting gaze turned upon them, and when they no longer are, there is nothing but a lonely shadow, a memory of what burning brightly had felt like.
As much as he knows he is being used, he doesn't feel unwanted now, he kisses him back softly and sweetly, as open to him there as his body is to his hand. His breath comes in soft gasps, then when his mother-name is said after so many long years of its absence, the smile Sauron gets is real, if a little bewildered.] I do love you. [And that is his problem.]
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As much as he knows he is being used, he doesn't feel unwanted now, he kisses him back softly and sweetly, as open to him there as his body is to his hand. His breath comes in soft gasps, then when his mother-name is said after so many long years of its absence, the smile Sauron gets is real, if a little bewildered.] I do love you. [And that is his problem.]