[Though he doesn't want to slow at all, it doesn't take Sauron's strong hands or legs to slow Adar down again to a more reasonable pace, more effort put behind each thrust. He slows the moment the request is issued, as naturally as breathing.
The pace allows him to catch his breath too, though it is still heavy between their kisses, every fibre of his being seems to hum with the desire that fills him as he sinks into his lover, again and again, his cheeks warm and dark from exertion, perhaps, or maybe it is the light way Sauron's laughter plays across his skin. Such a rare sound, it sings to parts of him that nothing else could. The only thing that (briefly) makes his well-practised motions pause for a moment is that good boy, it catches him off guard, all the heat in his cheeks suddenly flaming like an inferno as he moans his master's name, wishing he could hide his face.]
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The pace allows him to catch his breath too, though it is still heavy between their kisses, every fibre of his being seems to hum with the desire that fills him as he sinks into his lover, again and again, his cheeks warm and dark from exertion, perhaps, or maybe it is the light way Sauron's laughter plays across his skin. Such a rare sound, it sings to parts of him that nothing else could. The only thing that (briefly) makes his well-practised motions pause for a moment is that good boy, it catches him off guard, all the heat in his cheeks suddenly flaming like an inferno as he moans his master's name, wishing he could hide his face.]
Fuck.