eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[He feels incredible, he always does, their bodes whether by design or Sauron's will fit together so well that it is hard for him to remember sometimes that they are not of one spirit. That the Maia who sunk down on his cock, tight and hot and unmistakably wanton wasn't someone he should want. His hips rise up to meet him with every thrust, his kisses are returned eagerly but Adar cannot get the leverage he (and he suspects Sauron) wants from this angle and so for the moment his master gets a lover and not a servant for he turns them without asking so Sauron is beneath him and Adar can use the strength and control of his hips to find a perfect angle for the both of them, a perfect speed as he kisses him again. The kiss is no less thorough than his cock ploughing into him, Adar is unrelenting in every way he touches Sauron.

Just like he so often seems to want.]

[ He doesn't know whether it is because he feels a ghost of guilt but when Adar rolls them and his cock sinks right where Sauron needs it the whole of Angband falls away; Melkor too, for a time. There is nothing but his lover fucking him industriously into the bed and making him cry out loudly in approval, hooking a curled knee around one hip and splaying his other leg out to let Adar grind in and get Sauron tossing his hair on the inky pillows, hips working to take him every time.

Fuck, is breathed out almost in disbelief and he wraps his arms around him to hold on, whimpering in earnest, Love you too, I love you, oh Adar, OhOhOh, he forgets how to kiss as his caresses run down a smooth, glamoured body to dig into Adar's ass and try to haul him in further. Sauron's eyes are a deep red and his lashes are damp, utterly given over to him. ]

[He is relentess. Truly and utterly as he fucks him, his cock sinking into Sauron again and again until he cannot sink further, keeping the maia's hips tilted just right so that he cannot escape a single moment of his prostate being stroked with every thrust. One arm supports him, keeping himself just right also and his other grips Sauron's hip almost vice-like in strength. He moans softly, no names just endearments for any name he is given leave to use is an insult and he doesn't want to think about that in these moments. He never has. His Uruk-Elven heart is not hard enough to find pleasure in that when all he wants to do is make love to Sauron well enough that he really, truly loves him back.

Pleasure threatens to overwhelm him as he presses kisses along his lover's jaw, nuzzling against his cheek. He refuses to allow it, wants nothing more in this moment than to make sure Sauron cannot help but come first, driven to it by his cock and tireless hips.]

[ The last time he truly enjoyed Adar was when ...

That could have something to do with it too, the connection they made that night. Maybe that's why he's sorrier now, softer, weaker. Sauron bites back wails as he's punished for being cruel the only way that can feasibly make him pay attention, grunting in between pretty tosses of his hair. He gasps through a grimace, nails running into the dip of Adar's sinously rolling spine as his own hips tremble. ]

Coming, coming for you ... !

[ The maia spills with a wounded sob, still chasing Adar's hips. ]

Want you, want. Want you.

Edited 2022-12-19 02:07 (UTC)

[He's not sure what bubbles up in his chest as he watches Sauron come undone beneath him, as subject to the careful yet merciless use of his hips as any lesser being would be. Maybe it's anger or love, or hate, or desire, or all of them combined into one intense something that burns in him almost as brightly as Sauron's eyes.

When Sauron comes, his body drives Adar almost over the edge, but Adar doesn't let it. He makes Sauron ride out his pleasure while still getting pounded into, until he seems like the Maia cannot take any more or perhaps just can't wait any longer and he lets go of his control, coming almost instantly in the next stroke. It is so strong as his hot seed fills him that it bows Adar down against Sauron's chest, his hips shuddering, rolling in uneven waves as he empties himself inside his master and slowly comes to a stop as he tries to remember how to breathe.

He cannot even think, nothing exists beyond what he can touch, it is like the whole world turns white and he forgets anything else as he lays there on his master, his lover, his... god knows what.]

Yes, yes -!

[ Sauron shudders as his orgasm rolls over into Adar's, prostate burned by hot come roughly fucked inside him so he's blushing as he only does when in bed. He pets his lover's sides and back as Adar ruts, cooing his approval, So beautiful for me, my love, and when Adar starts to sink down Sauron wraps his arms around him and kisses his temple, a cheek, hips a slow roll to give that elven stamina something to gradually ride out. ]

Do not stop.

[ He missed him so much. ]

More? [He asks, pushing himself up again enough that he can look upon Sauron's face, his soft black hair falling around them as he begins to move again, still hard despite spilling his seed already. He is slower now, but on purpose, driving his cock fully into him before rolling enough out that he strokes over those nerves and the sticky mess he left within him with every thrust as he looks down, eye to eye with his lover. He steals a kiss, chaste and teasing.]

Ahhh ...

[ Having any soreness after this will be worth it, his self-incarnated flesh can handle the healing. Sauron nods and kisses him back with his golden hair in disarray around him, fingertips drifting along Adar's jaw and down his chest, a hitched gasp catching in his throat now and then as he tightens around that hard cock reflexively, nerves rubbed raw. He doesn't ask him to stop, in the wake of their wild fucking he is reluctant for the sensual lovemaking to come to an end, moving with Adar just for the pleasure of feeling him. ]

So good ...

[This is more for the sake of the connection than the more relentless fucking had been where he had been intent on driving Sauron over the edge in the only way he was free to do so. To sink all those emotions into him and find some kind of gratification and honesty between them.

But now Adar is slower, less methodical as his hips roll. He could go all day if they wished, it was, after all, part of how he had been remade. To make him useful, to make him able to serve.] You feel so good. [He echoes, finally finding his words again as his teeth tug at Sauron's perfect earlobe and then tease along his throat.] I love you.

[ The maia shivers underneath Adar, arching his neck to feel more of those teeth raking over his ear and throat. He wraps his legs around a pair of hips and locks him into a predictable tempo, combing through Adar's hair and petting the long length of his back. Flushed with one orgasm, Sauron tosses his head lazily and is in no rush to ride him toward a second, memories of his fury at the presentation of their son leaving him to think of the other terrible things he acted upon as a result. He can never be sorry for this though, not the way he fixed Adar to be the perfect breeding stallion. No, that was inspired. ]

I do not ... [ He shouldn't make decisions while getting fucked, too much of a sensual maia to think around the pleasure, fire burning in his blood, ] I do not want you to return ... to the lower levels.

[ He knows he hurt him terribly, but. He knows Morgoth needs more troops, but. He knows, he knows, he knows. ]

This is your duty now, with me. Only me.

[ If he cannot have all of Adar's attention anymore, he will have all that his cock has to give instead. Fair trade off? It certainly feels so as Sauron encourages him to ride as he pleases, knees spreading. ]

[The first mutter of I do not would normally be enough to bring Adar if not to a stop then at least a temporary slowdown to hear him out and not contravene orders before he has even heard them. But Adar is tired of being afraid of him, right down to his ancient bones and so he listens even as he fucks him still, marvels at the way he feels around him.

That is, at least, until Sauron manages to fully say what he wants from him and his hips stutter before he convinces them to move again, hiding his surprise in the crook of his neck.]

Of course, my love. [the usual my lord replaced with a much gentler title as he tries not to ask any foolish questions or look his gift ~~horse~~ Maia in the mouth. So to speak.] Only you. I am only for you.

[As if to prove it he allows himself to move again, not as quickly and demanding as the first time but still with greater purpose than the slow fucking he had switched too, driving his hard cock over his prostate, and all the way into him, again and again, his breath hot and wet against Sauron's shoulder, one hand on his hip, gathering him closer, not letting him squirm away even if he wants too.]

[ That makes him feel so much better, oddly. I am only for you. He will be. Sauron will find some other elf with the same endurance, the same strength ... how hard has he even looked for someone to take Adar's place in recent years? Not very. There will be a replacement out there somewhere.

He drags him down for a lurid kiss as they pick up speed again, though after some indulgently hard thrusts he stops him with the grip of his knees curled around Adar's hip and a hand at his chest. With a nuzzle, he pushes lightly at his front. ]

Let me turn around for you.

[ He can give Adar as much control as is possible (within risk) and wants to show him he's serious about letting Adar stay with him. ]

[The thing about Sauron was that Adar truly did love him when they were like this. When their bodies entwined it was easy to forget the cruelties, the list of reasons hundreds of lines long as to why he should hate him. They fit, in some weird, sick way. He imagines sometimes if they had met somehow before everything went to hell that they still would have ended up in bed like this, two bodies becoming one. He loved the smell of him, the feel of him the weight and strength of him. He loved listening to him, his voice always curling deep inside of him whether it was just chatter or pleasured sounds or even the terrifying anger he possessed.

He returns the kiss, hot and needy despite having only just come minutes before. Always, Adar hungered for more of him. He was far better than any pot of honey. When he is stopped, he blinks but immediately complies, he would never not, in truth, even if Sauron couldn't lock him like this in a vice grip without so much as straining.

Pulling up and away, his cock slips free of him so that he might move and reposition as he wishes but his eyes travel over Sauron, his fingers trail gently over his skin because he doesn't want to stop touching him entirely, not even for a moment.]

You are so beautiful. [And he is besotted.]

[ The smile over his shoulder when he rolls onto his front is pleased, flattered even by the way Adar cannot keep his hands off and praises his beauty. He spreads his knees and sinks his weight forward, the curve of his ass playfully rocking back against Adar's cock as if to help show him where to go. ]

Yours, too.

[ Like this, in this room, away from the world. Sauron shakes out his hair and tilts his head back for a kiss, reaching back for Adar's head. ]

Come, be as rough as you please. I want to feel you.

[ Your anger. ]

[That does steal a huff of a laugh from his lips because the only people who remember he was once beautiful would be those who were allowed up here in this guarded place. Very few people. For a long time, he had forgotten it himself. Sauron did not find him ugly either way, but it was he who made him forget parts of himself, miss himself, and changed him against his will. He should be repulsed and yet he isn't. Maybe that was part of it, too.

His fingers traverse Sauron's hips, swooping inward to trace his spine, up along to his shoulder blades as his other arm wraps around his waist and pulls him back against him without entering him again as they kiss. The press of his cock is hard and slick against the small of Sauron's back as he rocks there, just enough to tease. Slipping down over smooth skin his hand wraps around his lover's cock, too, as he repositions his own, the hand that had been memorising the lines of his body aiding him in pressing inside of him even as they kiss, not taking his time now but sinking fully into him where he was still hot and slick from moments before.

Breaking the kiss he claims his throat again with teeth and tongue and hot breath as he begins to move, no yes my lord, no as you wish, just the slowly quickening relentless movement of his hips rolling, fucking instead of sweetly making love. All of that elven strength pressed into him with every stroke. His hands abandon Sauron, one fisting the sheets for grip and the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together and using that connection as an anchor point as well.]

[ There is great comfort in physical intimacy, something the Valar rarely experience. Melkor is the only one who uses a fleshly body that is closer to what an elf has, Sauron knows, the others are a little too spiritual to have ever known the press of a hard cock up against their prostate. The Maiar that Sauron left behind in Aule's service will never know this either, poor bastards doomed to make bullshit for their boring bland lord forever. A master of sculpting skin and bone, anything less than the best body would not have suited Sauron's vanity, and the benefits of being so attentive when creating it pay off when Adar fucks him just right.

He grips the hand that covers his as the kiss breaks and Adar seeks refuge in fucking his emotions out, using Sauron as much as he is loving him. It feels good to be the source of all his problems and comforts, the obsession he can't live without, which is why Sauron can never apologise for hurting him; it ties them together each time, tighter. A binding toxicity, a sweet and untenable craving.

Fingers fist in Adar's hair, holding him close as Sauron chases a second orgasm, more determined to hear Adar lose his mind first this go around. He squeezes down on that grinding cock and tips his head back, hair rippling against his lover's cheek as Adar's teeth sink into his throat, every part of him only slightly less hot than a poker. ]

Feel so good, my love, ahh ... ! Adore you ...

[Heat coils in Adar's belly, wraps around his spine, and dances across every nerve that stretches throughout his body as he sinks, again and again into his lover's body. He loves him and this way they move together, the taste of his skin, the scent of his hair, the strength of Sauron's grip where their hands entwine and press into the silk sheets. He could fuck him until they were both raw from it, until it ached too much to pull apart or stay together. He could control himself.

He doesn't want to. Adar wants to give Sauron what he asked for. The wildness and the roughness that pounded in his heart and mind translated into the uneven, sharp thrust of his hips. Driving himself into him again and again until his breath is as ragged as the movement of his hips and Sauron works to drive him even wilder and wins. Crying out against his lover throat Adar comes again, hot and rough and teeth pressingly nearly sharp enough to draw blood as he empties himself inside of him for the second time but still rides him, bent on making Sauron just as spent as he is.]

[ Triumph is only slightly sweeter than sex and he basks in both as Adar comes hard, arching back against him so he has an entirely willing lover to spill into. Sauron tips his head back on a choked noise when he gives in and lets himself come with Adar buried deep, dirtying their bed with his spend in messy wet stains that smear against his belly, bucking back to eke out every second of it as he shivers and writhes beneath him on the silky black sheets. How perfect, how hot and possessive. This is his Adar, his creation that he honed and perfected and who says he hates it but will never, not really. He is Sauron's forever.

Turning his head on the pillows when he finally sinks down, he hums and golden hair frames his flushed face, pointed ears pink with exertion. As an extra treat, he adds in Quenya, ]

I am sorry for our quarrel.

[ Which is as close as he can abide getting to an apology. ]

[He would never understand how he had perfected the ability to look both used and unbelievably attractive at the same time. That golden hair framed him like a halo, the tempting line of his jaw, the sweet pink that brushed over perfect skin. As Adar looks at him through half-closed eyes, still catching his breath, he cannot help but marvel at him even though he has seen his beauty for centuries. The only light in this dark place that didn't flicker out.

His thumb brushes against the side of Sauron's hand where he still has it pressed into the bed as he slowly draws himself free of Sauron and then presses a kiss to the tip of that perfect ear.]

I wish you would have told me we were quarrelling at all. [He says, softly, and sighs.] Forget it. It is done.

Edited 2022-12-22 20:36 (UTC)

I am ... too aflame too fast at times in my anger, perhaps.

[ He rolls around and wraps himself about Adar, squirreling in like a normal, toasty elven lover, nosing his way under his uruk's chin. In the wake of making up, Sauron is all pleasantness and relief. ]

I would not harm you in the ways I said. [ He likes Adar with all his ... bits attached. ] I was hurt.

[He is quiet, his breath evens out as he wraps his arms around his lover, stroking his fingers through long, golden hair and brushing it down over his shoulders and back.]

That did not frighten me. [He was what Sauron willed him, he knew that. He had been forged in this fire so long ago that sometimes he barely remembered what he was like before it.] I only... take it out on me, not the boy. He does not understand you as I do, no matter how much easier you two connect. [Don't tell him he isn't loved. Please.]

Mmmm ...

[ He nods, agreeing. Fine. But!! ]

No lasting harm has been done.

No. He seemed happy enough as long as he got fed and sung to sleep. [Adar is content, too, with that answer because it's better than an apology could be. He actually relaxes, fully curling around Sauron to be closer to him and his heat.

He presses a delicate kiss to the top of Sauron's head, breathing him in.] He did compare me to furniture though.

You are a bit boring sometimes.

[ >:) ]

Boring... [He laughs softly, and then with a quick movement rolls them so he has Sauron pinned to the mattress again, looking down at him.] Is that what you would call me? Your own creation, carved to your specifications...

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