[Even after all these years, surrendering to his master, to a being who could turn him inside out if he wished too, didn't come naturally... yet it did come, almost every time, his lips craved Saurons, his body sang for him, his fëa reached ever for the warmth that was so often offered to him when his master was pleased with him.
There was nothing in the wide, vast world like being the focus of his attention.
He wants to say that much I could believe but he also wants to say nothing as the maia's lips leave a trail of damp heat down his jaw as he tilts his head to give him as much room to roam as is physically possible.
Adar's eyes are half open, watching Sauron, admiring him when he finally feels the press of Sauron's cock at his entrance and then within him, filling him until he almost feels he cannot take anymore. His breath hitches, his body aching with the almost forgotten feeling, his nails catching at Sauron's back, keeping the maia close like he would a more elvish, containable lover. As their lips meet again Adar moans, wanting it to be deeper, more, but unable to follow his mouth far if he doesn't allow it. His cock leaks, hard and aching and unattended by the both of them and he doesn't even care.]
You feel so good inside of me, [he manages to mumble out, flushed darkly from the thick desire in his voice and by how true it is and how much he means it. It is humiliating and hot and true all at once.]
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There was nothing in the wide, vast world like being the focus of his attention.
He wants to say that much I could believe but he also wants to say nothing as the maia's lips leave a trail of damp heat down his jaw as he tilts his head to give him as much room to roam as is physically possible.
Adar's eyes are half open, watching Sauron, admiring him when he finally feels the press of Sauron's cock at his entrance and then within him, filling him until he almost feels he cannot take anymore. His breath hitches, his body aching with the almost forgotten feeling, his nails catching at Sauron's back, keeping the maia close like he would a more elvish, containable lover. As their lips meet again Adar moans, wanting it to be deeper, more, but unable to follow his mouth far if he doesn't allow it. His cock leaks, hard and aching and unattended by the both of them and he doesn't even care.]
You feel so good inside of me, [he manages to mumble out, flushed darkly from the thick desire in his voice and by how true it is and how much he means it. It is humiliating and hot and true all at once.]