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but don't make me your enemy
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[ 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. ]
[ 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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He fucks him through that orgasm with relentless, pounding force, cradling him in his arms so that Adar can shiver and bounce on his cock as long as he needs to settle the craving knotted deep in his loins, a weight he will never be long without. Each sweet kiss Sauron bestows is a murmur of praise, breathless with release, and he sinks back into the bedding with Adar hugged close as he starts to doze while still buried inside.
Perfect, his not-husband. ]
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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.]