[That does steal a huff of a laugh from his lips because the only people who remember he was once beautiful would be those who were allowed up here in this guarded place. Very few people. For a long time, he had forgotten it himself. Sauron did not find him ugly either way, but it was he who made him forget parts of himself, miss himself, and changed him against his will. He should be repulsed and yet he isn't. Maybe that was part of it, too.
His fingers traverse Sauron's hips, swooping inward to trace his spine, up along to his shoulder blades as his other arm wraps around his waist and pulls him back against him without entering him again as they kiss. The press of his cock is hard and slick against the small of Sauron's back as he rocks there, just enough to tease. Slipping down over smooth skin his hand wraps around his lover's cock, too, as he repositions his own, the hand that had been memorising the lines of his body aiding him in pressing inside of him even as they kiss, not taking his time now but sinking fully into him where he was still hot and slick from moments before.
Breaking the kiss he claims his throat again with teeth and tongue and hot breath as he begins to move, no yes my lord, no as you wish, just the slowly quickening relentless movement of his hips rolling, fucking instead of sweetly making love. All of that elven strength pressed into him with every stroke. His hands abandon Sauron, one fisting the sheets for grip and the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together and using that connection as an anchor point as well.]
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His fingers traverse Sauron's hips, swooping inward to trace his spine, up along to his shoulder blades as his other arm wraps around his waist and pulls him back against him without entering him again as they kiss. The press of his cock is hard and slick against the small of Sauron's back as he rocks there, just enough to tease. Slipping down over smooth skin his hand wraps around his lover's cock, too, as he repositions his own, the hand that had been memorising the lines of his body aiding him in pressing inside of him even as they kiss, not taking his time now but sinking fully into him where he was still hot and slick from moments before.
Breaking the kiss he claims his throat again with teeth and tongue and hot breath as he begins to move, no yes my lord, no as you wish, just the slowly quickening relentless movement of his hips rolling, fucking instead of sweetly making love. All of that elven strength pressed into him with every stroke. His hands abandon Sauron, one fisting the sheets for grip and the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together and using that connection as an anchor point as well.]