[ It's utterly infuriating, wanting him so badly when also filled with white-hot rage by him for the sheer audacity of existing. The kisses melt into shared moans and he slicks up that cock with the leftover on his palm, once, twice stroked, too impatient not to guide him in and arch to take him on the first thrust. Sauron's whimper is a fractured breath but he keeps sinking down and it's all in his rocking hips as he does, the bedsheets barely disturbed around them where they drape off his shoulders and hide their coupling from the world.
The pain he can deal with. It's the intensity of his emotions that have him kissing Adar hungrily all over again once fully seated on his cock, breathing soft appreciation into the smear of their lips.
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The pain he can deal with. It's the intensity of his emotions that have him kissing Adar hungrily all over again once fully seated on his cock, breathing soft appreciation into the smear of their lips.
Yes, Fuck me, I need you. All fevered. ]