[His hand has to fist the sheets again to keep him focused enough to move. He feels good like he could fly or float away, as though he is untethered from all reality except where their bodies meet. He tilts their position just slightly to prop Sauron up to a better angle so even a maia will see stars despite the high, dark roof that looms far above them.
Despite the steady constant movement of his hips, tireless and in no rush, his breath is uneven and ragged, tested by his own desire and control, even more so every time Sauron speaks. Eventually, he picks up the pace, unable to abide by being patient forever. Desire is so thick in him it feels like it throbs in every vein in his body. Moans fall from his lips easily, gasps, groans as he teases himself by making sure he lasts. His grip is vice-like on Sauron's hip and in the sheets, nails digging into both as he fucks him.]
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Despite the steady constant movement of his hips, tireless and in no rush, his breath is uneven and ragged, tested by his own desire and control, even more so every time Sauron speaks. Eventually, he picks up the pace, unable to abide by being patient forever. Desire is so thick in him it feels like it throbs in every vein in his body. Moans fall from his lips easily, gasps, groans as he teases himself by making sure he lasts. His grip is vice-like on Sauron's hip and in the sheets, nails digging into both as he fucks him.]