[ Sauron doesn't know what to do. He hasn't apologised to anyone in thousands of years, not that he can remember. It isn't ... a thing that ever needs to happen, not when you intentionally harm people to secure the dominion of your Dark Overlord. Kind of goes with the territory of not giving many fucks about the feelings of the suffering masses.
Adar is his, though. He is not just anyone.
In the dim light of morning, he kisses his way along Adar's shoulder to the curve of his neck and works on a lovebite there, petting down his body from chest to cock and back again, seeing if he can stir up any desire that he can attend to. ]
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Adar is his, though. He is not just anyone.
In the dim light of morning, he kisses his way along Adar's shoulder to the curve of his neck and works on a lovebite there, petting down his body from chest to cock and back again, seeing if he can stir up any desire that he can attend to. ]