[The thing about Sauron was that Adar truly did love him when they were like this. When their bodies entwined it was easy to forget the cruelties, the list of reasons hundreds of lines long as to why he should hate him. They fit, in some weird, sick way. He imagines sometimes if they had met somehow before everything went to hell that they still would have ended up in bed like this, two bodies becoming one. He loved the smell of him, the feel of him the weight and strength of him. He loved listening to him, his voice always curling deep inside of him whether it was just chatter or pleasured sounds or even the terrifying anger he possessed.
He returns the kiss, hot and needy despite having only just come minutes before. Always, Adar hungered for more of him. He was far better than any pot of honey. When he is stopped, he blinks but immediately complies, he would never not, in truth, even if Sauron couldn't lock him like this in a vice grip without so much as straining.
Pulling up and away, his cock slips free of him so that he might move and reposition as he wishes but his eyes travel over Sauron, his fingers trail gently over his skin because he doesn't want to stop touching him entirely, not even for a moment.]
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He returns the kiss, hot and needy despite having only just come minutes before. Always, Adar hungered for more of him. He was far better than any pot of honey. When he is stopped, he blinks but immediately complies, he would never not, in truth, even if Sauron couldn't lock him like this in a vice grip without so much as straining.
Pulling up and away, his cock slips free of him so that he might move and reposition as he wishes but his eyes travel over Sauron, his fingers trail gently over his skin because he doesn't want to stop touching him entirely, not even for a moment.]
You are so beautiful. [And he is besotted.]