[ He kisses him lingeringly, swallowing down each moan as they make love in his beautiful black bed, secure in the belly of the Iron Hells. Sauron brushes through Adar's hair and down his back, guiding him into the rhythm they both want that has far less patience attached, hard and quick to give his uruk some relief.
His lips glide by a temple, fond. His hand curls around Adar's cock, snug and wet. ]
My name is Mairon, my love.
[ Sauron is not the part of him that adores Adar, or not wholly. ]
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His lips glide by a temple, fond. His hand curls around Adar's cock, snug and wet. ]
My name is Mairon, my love.
[ Sauron is not the part of him that adores Adar, or not wholly. ]