[Heat coils in Adar's belly, wraps around his spine, and dances across every nerve that stretches throughout his body as he sinks, again and again into his lover's body. He loves him and this way they move together, the taste of his skin, the scent of his hair, the strength of Sauron's grip where their hands entwine and press into the silk sheets. He could fuck him until they were both raw from it, until it ached too much to pull apart or stay together. He could control himself.
He doesn't want to. Adar wants to give Sauron what he asked for. The wildness and the roughness that pounded in his heart and mind translated into the uneven, sharp thrust of his hips. Driving himself into him again and again until his breath is as ragged as the movement of his hips and Sauron works to drive him even wilder and wins. Crying out against his lover throat Adar comes again, hot and rough and teeth pressingly nearly sharp enough to draw blood as he empties himself inside of him for the second time but still rides him, bent on making Sauron just as spent as he is.]
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He doesn't want to. Adar wants to give Sauron what he asked for. The wildness and the roughness that pounded in his heart and mind translated into the uneven, sharp thrust of his hips. Driving himself into him again and again until his breath is as ragged as the movement of his hips and Sauron works to drive him even wilder and wins. Crying out against his lover throat Adar comes again, hot and rough and teeth pressingly nearly sharp enough to draw blood as he empties himself inside of him for the second time but still rides him, bent on making Sauron just as spent as he is.]