[The truth is, Adar fully expects this to be "forgotten" about by the morning. Sauron has always brushed past the hurts he caused him even if they were undeserved. Have a trinket, a kiss, some privilege or the other. Anything but some words he does not know how to say and maybe cannot say in a world in which he is second only to Melkor.
He is used to it.
So when one troubled dream turns strange because the monster starts kissing his neck, Adar blinks awake, slowly becoming aware that the only monster nibbling on his neck is the one he knows the best. This, too, was the kind of peace offering Sauron preferred.
It works before he even is fully awake, his cock stirring easily, having been neglected for what felt like longer than it must have been. A moan steals from his lips at Sauron's teeth on his throat, he is still heavy with sleep even as he presses up against him.]
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He is used to it.
So when one troubled dream turns strange because the monster starts kissing his neck, Adar blinks awake, slowly becoming aware that the only monster nibbling on his neck is the one he knows the best. This, too, was the kind of peace offering Sauron preferred.
It works before he even is fully awake, his cock stirring easily, having been neglected for what felt like longer than it must have been. A moan steals from his lips at Sauron's teeth on his throat, he is still heavy with sleep even as he presses up against him.]