Melkor rumbles a low, catlike, satisfied noise, the heat of Mairon's breath against his throat as pleasant as the words it slid against his skin.
"Save your strength. I'll want every word you can string together of what happened after my banishment. Later." Right now, pressed so close, he wanted to rub the scent of himself all over this familiar-unfamiliar body, to claim and mark and possess him again. With the imprints of his teeth if not the brand of his spirit, bruises in the form of his hands—
He let the fingertips of a hand smooth through the ends of his servant's hair, down the slope of his back.
"You will bear it, as you do all else: for my sake, and to suit my will." The other hand lifted, catching the point of Mairon's chin between his thumb and the bend of his forefinger, turning that sharp-featured face up to him. "Is that not so?"
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"Save your strength. I'll want every word you can string together of what happened after my banishment. Later." Right now, pressed so close, he wanted to rub the scent of himself all over this familiar-unfamiliar body, to claim and mark and possess him again. With the imprints of his teeth if not the brand of his spirit, bruises in the form of his hands—
He let the fingertips of a hand smooth through the ends of his servant's hair, down the slope of his back.
"You will bear it, as you do all else: for my sake, and to suit my will." The other hand lifted, catching the point of Mairon's chin between his thumb and the bend of his forefinger, turning that sharp-featured face up to him. "Is that not so?"