eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[He very much denied it, but it could not be argued that Adar had an appetite that few could satisfy. Once let out of the bag it was hard to put it back. Another gift, another tweak, shaping of who he had been to who he was. It was what made him so successful at his purpose and also made him insaitable for his masters hands once he was reminded of how much he craved him.]

I do not think you would find me fit for purpose if I did not know how to satisfy you. [He says, that low moan finally shaking free of his grip on it as teeth tease him.]

[ That is a very obedient way of saying 'You made me too useful to abandon' and it is true. That moan has Sauron nuzzling behind that ear, nails running along Adar's hips to see how he likes it when he's the one who is wanted, not something his duties can say. ]

You are the only one of Middle-Earth who can.

[Too useful to abandon, too quick a study, a lot of things he was too much of if you asked around.

Too eager, even, for her doesn't try to bite back the next noises Sauron pulls from him, stirring his desire like he had not already given it release twice. He leans into his hands and his lips.]

Good. [Sauron wasn't the only one who had a bit of a jealous streak or a possessive one.]

Oh?

[ Sauron leans back, brushing Adar's hair aside to meet him with his slit-eyes that faintly glow, soft like a hearth on a cold day. ]

And who else do you suppose I invited to my bed?

[ Idiot. ]

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I don't know. [He doesn't, truly, it is just satisfying to know he is wanted. That Sauron does not see the need to replace him in this way...] You could have whoever you wanted. You taste sweeter than any honey ever has.

[Love, that is straight up love.]

[ A hiss leaves him, shaking his head as he combs through Adar's hair and gathers him down for a cuddle. ]

There was no one before you, and there shall be no one after.

[ Melkor is just. There. Eternally, in his soul, but that's a whole other kettle of fish. When it comes to fleshy elves and men and whatever else, there is only Adar. ]

[For all that Sauron is a deceiver and Adar understands it better than most... he still believes him and sinks comfortably into his arms as he is pulled down. He belongs here, somehow, someway. They both do.]

I love you.

And I love you.

[ As much as he can, for a creature so fleeting, so new and different. He loves what Adar is and how unique he is, how irreplaceable in abilities and moods. Is that love, loving those things? A complete love? He doesn't know.

But his inner fire wants to consume Adar all the same, so it must be. ]

I don't want to get out of bed. [He probably should, soon, maybe, but he is busy nuzzling into a comfortable spot on the crook of Sauron's neck where he can press soft kisses and let his teeth ghost over his skin.]

You can stay if you want to.

[ There's no rush. They can stay wrapped up in each other as long as they like; after a pause, he hums thoughtfully. ]

Etelo is reading in his room, he will not disturb us today. He is a good boy.

He is. [He agrees, not rushing to move by any means. He presses a kiss against his jaw.]

Do I feel like furniture to you as well or is it because he is young? [He has been wondering.]

Why would you feel like furniture?

[ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, what in the name of Mandos's Halls does his son mean??? ]

I don't know. He said that he can no more sense me than the chairs or something. I wasn't focused on the details, I was thinking that he called me both ugly and furniture in under two hours. [It was a little bit of an ego hit.]

[ Sorry, but that is pretty funny and he chuckles to hear it. Pets his hair to soothe him. ]

He is used to Seeing me as I am, as you cannot. It is like ... touching running water in comparison to feeling the wind blow through a desert, ten times as sensual. He is not yet accustomed to only knowing me and Morgoth that way. You are somewhat ... harder to read, when you are so very much made of flesh and bone, unlike us.

What elves think of the depth of dwarves, he thinks of you. If that helps.

We have fëa though, and mine was born under the trees... I know the unseen, or I once did.

[Oh Well.] At least I'm pretty furniture again, I'll only half confuse him this time.

You are not Maiar, love. Your spirit is very ...

[ He doesn't know how to describe it. ]

I do not have the words to explain what it was like before anything was.

Small? [He is not easy to offend, really, it only hurt when it came from their son out of the blue.]

Musical, I assume. But no, I could not guess nor expect you to explain that. [He snuggles even closer to him, resting comfortably there.]

I suppose I thought. Well, he is a child, but any fëa should have some substance to feel to those who can, surely?

Yes, but putting you next to me is like placing a candle to the sun. He cannot See very well, as I said. Understand?

And it was not always musical.

That is true. You are quite warm. [Was that the point? No. Is Adar using it as an excuse to settle against him as much as he can? Yes.] He's a clever boy, regardless of if I can sneak attack him to tickle him.

Oh, before anything-anything, as in before the Song? [He might be cheeky and a little too prone to breaking rules but he also retained his curiosity, especially now when he felt safe, nuzzled into the warmth that protected him as much as it brought him strife.]

[ He nods to the clever boy bit, huffing as Adar grows impertinent ... but without reprimand because Sauron admittedly indulges all curiosities. ]

Before the song I awoke to the other Ainur and The One. But it was silent, as silence is when it does not know sound and is nothingness. And then as we sang, we knew each other.

[A silent thank you is pressed into the kiss that claims Sauron's jaw, then nuzzles up to tease his earlobe with his teeth. He cannot truly understand such things, but he does enjoy the intimacy of being told, regardless of how small and stupid he might be in comparison to his lover or even his son. His hand cups the other side of Sauron's face, his thumb echoing his mouth's earlier path along his throat and jaw.]

It is hard to imagine. But you are magnificent. Now, and surely then. [He's willing to claim so without knowing so as he nips at his earlobe.] I can feel you even when we are apart. You always go with me...

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Mmm, when I turn my Eyes on you I can see your thoughts wherever you may be ... but I do not wish to do that to you, not all the time. You were forged so well.

[ Half the fun is giving Adar his autonomy, within reason. Sauron reaches down with a soft-palmed hand to stroke his uruk's cock as tender kisses tease at the maia's ear pulling approvingly sweet noises from the lieutenant, starting to get him hard again. It is unelven, what he did to make Adar yearn so much for physical release, but he will never regret it and instead rewards him for falling so far and willingly from grace by spreading his legs in invitation again. ]

You belong with me, always ...

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[Within reason seemed to vary but Adar usually found himself comfortable enough to think for himself. Not always. But like now, in this space even with Sauron's naked body stretched against his he found himself thinking his own thoughts, following his own desires.] It isn't that I feel like you watch me, always. [He says, his tongue tracing along the curve of that perfect elven ear.] It is that I feel you, the memory, the reality, I don't know. You are always with me, even when your mind is elsewhere. [It's a dangerous thing to admit, perhaps, and a devoted thing for he doesn't sound disturbed or haunted by it. Just that it is something that is and cannot be revoked by time or distance or circumstance. Sauron's handprints would always remain on him, body and soul.

He would always think of him when the world got too quiet.

Adar moans when he is touched, each confession of love or devotion or acknowledgement of how much he really did belong here, to his master, seems to bring him closer and closer to the baser creature he had been sculpted into. All those delicate elven sensibilities put aside, no longer restrained from moving or reacting too quickly. He rocks into that smooth palm, teeth now catching at his ear instead of only gentle lips. Feeling the shift in position, Adar rocks even sharper into his hand, trailing one of his own down Sauron's body and memorising each line and muscle as though he did not already know them and have them charted with his lips. He whimpers softly.]

Only yours.

[ 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 ...

[It feels as though they may never get out of this bed again and Adar isn't even sure that he cares. He feels whole, here, their lips joined like their bodies ached to do, hands touching or roaming, the sweet victory of feeling warm and wanted. His cock is hard, aching to feel more than that magnificently clever hand around him, a wish that is granted before he can think to ask or claim him himself. The moan that falls from his lips is unbridled and wanton as his hips begin to move again, somehow not exhausted even now.]

My love. [He says softly.] My lord. [Morgoth might have ruled the roost, but Adar paid him no heed. All matters of importance had no higher place to go to him than Sauron. All his love and desire and devotion were fixed on him as well.]

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