[ There is great comfort in physical intimacy, something the Valar rarely experience. Melkor is the only one who uses a fleshly body that is closer to what an elf has, Sauron knows, the others are a little too spiritual to have ever known the press of a hard cock up against their prostate. The Maiar that Sauron left behind in Aule's service will never know this either, poor bastards doomed to make bullshit for their boring bland lord forever. A master of sculpting skin and bone, anything less than the best body would not have suited Sauron's vanity, and the benefits of being so attentive when creating it pay off when Adar fucks him just right.
He grips the hand that covers his as the kiss breaks and Adar seeks refuge in fucking his emotions out, using Sauron as much as he is loving him. It feels good to be the source of all his problems and comforts, the obsession he can't live without, which is why Sauron can never apologise for hurting him; it ties them together each time, tighter. A binding toxicity, a sweet and untenable craving.
Fingers fist in Adar's hair, holding him close as Sauron chases a second orgasm, more determined to hear Adar lose his mind first this go around. He squeezes down on that grinding cock and tips his head back, hair rippling against his lover's cheek as Adar's teeth sink into his throat, every part of him only slightly less hot than a poker. ]
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He grips the hand that covers his as the kiss breaks and Adar seeks refuge in fucking his emotions out, using Sauron as much as he is loving him. It feels good to be the source of all his problems and comforts, the obsession he can't live without, which is why Sauron can never apologise for hurting him; it ties them together each time, tighter. A binding toxicity, a sweet and untenable craving.
Fingers fist in Adar's hair, holding him close as Sauron chases a second orgasm, more determined to hear Adar lose his mind first this go around. He squeezes down on that grinding cock and tips his head back, hair rippling against his lover's cheek as Adar's teeth sink into his throat, every part of him only slightly less hot than a poker. ]
Feel so good, my love, ahh ... ! Adore you ...