[ He looks immensely pleased with hearing how tormented by thoughts of himself his general is, free hand coming up to cup Adar's face in surprise as he traces a sharp cheekbone. He continues to stroke him, guiding him into a deep kiss where Sauron moans low and happy, and teases absently-mindedly around the tip of that cock with a tight, sweaty fist. He warms up far more, simmering with delight, and hooks a knee on a hip to bring Adar into his body again with near seamless faltering, giving him tight heat and soft hands sweeping over his limbs. ]
Adar ... [ Sauron sounds so gratified by his uruk, spirit and flesh devoted alike. ] My darling, my own elf ...
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Adar ... [ Sauron sounds so gratified by his uruk, spirit and flesh devoted alike. ] My darling, my own elf ...