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(ᴍᴀɪʀᴏɴ) ◑ SAURON ([personal profile] eyefire) wrote2022-11-23 11:53 am

but don't make me your enemy

( from here. )


[ Adar is left alone for a night. Sauron finds him in the obsidian hallways of the palace, the parts he is allowed to frequent as a captain, standing at the end of a corridor when Adar turns. His robes are dark, simmering with a soft burn at the ends of his robes, and his eyes are the only light of any worth, fixed on his uruk. ]
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-12-24 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Mairon is known to him but it has always been such forbidden fruit, even when he saw it was not Sauron who pulled him close or enjoyed the innocent, simple things they sometimes shared. One did not use names they were not given leave to, no matter how well they were known in legend. No matter how they tasted when he imagined them rolling off his lips.

He hates calling him Sauron when they are like this, he usually lingers on whatever sweet nothing or title he can grasp. So when his words curl against his skin, Adar almost feels as though he had left his body even as he is kept so very aware of it.]


Mairon, [he repeats, eager to know if it sounds as good as he imagines to say it.] Mairon. [He moans, teetering on the edge of release.] I love you Mairon. [The admirable, the adored, Adar turns his head to chase his lips, wanting more than anything to be as joined with him as he knows how in this moment.]
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-12-24 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yours, [he agrees. There is no hesitation in him today, nothing surface level about the wanton way he presses not just his body but everything that makes Adar, that once was Arvarno, a softer and higher creature untouched by his hands. His love and desire for him goes so deeply it is as much a part of him as the light of the trees was. It was hard to imagine why this love so often turned sour.

Why Adar hangs on and does not let himself topple over into pleasure yet he does not know. Perhaps it is greed, the desire to have more of his lovers time, to continue to feel his cock sinking so far and hard into his body that he knows he will feel it for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow. He has it under control, until he doesn't. Until what should terrify him happens but instead makes him shivver and whimper Mairon so softly it could be from his lips or thought alone, bared to his lover like a book left open on a table.

You are mine, forever. drags him over the edge whether he wills it or not, no longer able to wait. It is hot and messy between their bodies, over his master's hand as he comes, his body clenching around that delightfully hard cock as he moans his name again and again until he unable to even coherently say Mairon or any kind of sweet nothing, the wind entirely knocked out of him.]
Edited 2022-12-24 17:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-12-24 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[By the time they settle back in the sheets, Adar is a trembling mess who has no will to speak or do anything really but nuzzle close to his lover, pressing soft kisses against his throat of praise that his own tongue feels too heavy to say aloud. He will understand. On some level, he always does.

He doesn't try to separate their bodies, either. He will take any extra ache that staying like this as long as Mairon wishes will cause and do so gladly. This is as much at home as he has felt since he said goodbye to his sister.

Eventually, Adar rests his head against his lover's chest where he can hear his heartbeat and lets himself drift, tired and aching and cosy here where no one ought to feel like that. When he dreams there is nothing but sweetness and heat, all aches and fears washed away by the connection they had rekindled.]