[He feels incredible, he always does, their bodes whether by design or Sauron's will fit together so well that it is hard for him to remember sometimes that they are not of one spirit. That the Maia who sunk down on his cock, tight and hot and unmistakably wanton wasn't someone he should want. His hips rise up to meet him with every thrust, his kisses are returned eagerly but Adar cannot get the leverage he (and he suspects Sauron) wants from this angle and so for the moment his master gets a lover and not a servant for he turns them without asking so Sauron is beneath him and Adar can use the strength and control of his hips to find a perfect angle for the both of them, a perfect speed as he kisses him again. The kiss is no less thorough than his cock ploughing into him, Adar is unrelenting in every way he touches Sauron.
no subject
Just like he so often seems to want.]