[ Melkor is the most beautiful sight in existence whether flesh or not, but Adar is not to be discounted (scarred or not, they are the same difference to Sauron). As the elf comes and loses himself in it, the maia gathers him close and lets that orgasm wring out his own, a hoarse cry tucked toward his chest as he bows his head with the pleasure that curls up his spine. He fills up that tight hole with hot come, fucking Adar in languid thrusts to make sure he really is a mess, stuffed with Sauron's cock and spend until it's being worked out of him too and slicking his thighs.
Sauron tilts his lover's chin and kisses him fondly through panting breaths, a hand curled loosely around Adar's length still covered in sticky stains. ]
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Sauron tilts his lover's chin and kisses him fondly through panting breaths, a hand curled loosely around Adar's length still covered in sticky stains. ]
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