Mmm, when I turn my Eyes on you I can see your thoughts wherever you may be ... but I do not wish to do that to you, not all the time. You were forged so well.

[ Half the fun is giving Adar his autonomy, within reason. Sauron reaches down with a soft-palmed hand to stroke his uruk's cock as tender kisses tease at the maia's ear pulling approvingly sweet noises from the lieutenant, starting to get him hard again. It is unelven, what he did to make Adar yearn so much for physical release, but he will never regret it and instead rewards him for falling so far and willingly from grace by spreading his legs in invitation again. ]

You belong with me, always ...