[ He was not always evil, is not even all evil right now having done evil deeds aplenty, so when he gathers Adar up with an arm around him and starts to make love to him it is not without knowing the memory of what that felt like. Clasping a thigh to keep it bent high about his waist as he moves, he scores there on milky flesh with his nails from passion alone, not hatred or punishment, and when he drives into Adar with purpose it's to seek his lover's pleasure. Whispers of Mine and Beautiful mingle with Adar's silky hair by his pretty ears, the hard heat of Sauron fucking him to a steady heartbeat they share and if he could get him withchild like this the effort would be sincere (for all the edging he teases him with).
Most he loves to mouth his way over a pulse in an elegant throat and graze his teeth along a jaw, tasting the way Adar tips his head and moans, scratching at the maia's back in turn. ]
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Most he loves to mouth his way over a pulse in an elegant throat and graze his teeth along a jaw, tasting the way Adar tips his head and moans, scratching at the maia's back in turn. ]
My little flame, my own one.