A treat to keep you going
Title: A treat to keep you going
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Silmarillion
Pairing/Characters: Melkor/Sauron
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Blowjobs
Word count: 696
Summary: "You're a good servant. you deserve a reward."
Note: Happy birthday svetla. enjoy your dark lords being gay lords.
"You’re a good servant." Melkor says suddenly, fingers toying in the ends of his black hair leisurely. Sauron blinks, nods slowly, rather unsure where Melkor's going with his off handed compliment. "Obedient, intelligent," His gaze sweeps Sauron up and down, mouth tilting up with a distinct smirk. "Beautiful." He nods once, gestures Sauron closer, and closer still, until he's close enough to knock the crown from Melkor's head.
"I am unworthy of your praise master." Sauron replies, legs bracketed by Melkor's knees. It should feel like a trap; the compliments, the proximity, but Sauron accepts both without a thought, even when Melkor's hands settle at his hips, drawing him in until his knees Bump against the seat of his throne
"Praise? I’m not praising you." His fingers hook in the straps of Sauron's armour, pushing aside the plates to get at the leather jerkin beneath, pushing that aside too. Sauron dares let his fingers curl around Melkor's shoulders when his hands find Sauron’s skin, his touch hot and searching. "Good masters reward able servants."
Melkor palms his cock, sword calluses rough against velvety skin, and looks up at Sauron through his lashes, daring him to watch him as he drags his lips teasingly up Sauron's length, teeth scraping just under the head, sending a shudder through him. It seems amusing, that Sauron should wonder just how much contact he’s allowed when Melkor is like this before him, hot wet glide of tongue along the underside of his cock, all sucking kisses and nipping teeth. His toes curl in his boots and his fingers in Melkor's hair.
Sauron lets out a hungry moan as Melkor swallows his down, accepting him into his throat as easy as breathing, swallowing around his cock, nose pressed to his pelvis, lips wet and stretched and lovely. It doesn’t matter then how much control Melkor will or will not allow anymore; Sauron tangles his fingers in his hair and tugs hard, moans his masters name like a song and quakes when Melkor responds with a possessive growl.
He draws his head up and down, setting up a smooth rhythm, rolling his balls between his fingers, until Sauron's hips twitch up into his mouth. His nails find purchase at his waist, holding him still easily. Sauron's eyes peel open as Melkor pulls away, scraping teeth all the way up the underside and sucking a wet kiss at the head. His pale lips are moist and pink now, and he swipes his tongue over them, eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches Sauron, hand replacing mouth on his cock.
"Well servant," he begins, and there’s a laugh in his voice even though it's roughened from sucking cock, fingers tight and easy over Sauron’s length. "How do you like your reward?" Sauron makes a low noise in his throat, endeavours to remember Melkor just like this, hair tangled and face coloured and mouth wet, just short of on his knees before him.
"Very well, master." He manages to reply, voice hitching. Melkor laughs darkly, licks his lips; Sauron follows the motion greedily, hips twitch and cock brushing against Melkor cheek, eager to be back in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the head, and Sauron wants to hold Melkor still by the hair, fuck into his mouth. He has no idea how he manages to restrain himself when Melkor takes him all the way down again, cheeks hollow, lips tight, swallowing. He makes an undignified sound, and Melkor watches him with laughter in his eyes.
"Master--" Sauron gasps. His thighs are trembling, orgasm coiling in his belly, and he whines as it tightens, Melkor's mouth moving up and down now. "Master I'm--" he sings his release too, pants Melkor's name as he comes down. He manages to look at Melkor just in time to see his tongue swipe at cum from the corner of his lips. He slumps at his feet right there, weak and shaking with his afterglow.
"You stay right there." Melkor says, looking satisfied, combing his fingers through Sauron's hair where it rests against his knee. "And when you've come to yourself, you can thank me for your reward."
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Silmarillion
Pairing/Characters: Melkor/Sauron
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Blowjobs
Word count: 696
Summary: "You're a good servant. you deserve a reward."
Note: Happy birthday svetla. enjoy your dark lords being gay lords.
"You’re a good servant." Melkor says suddenly, fingers toying in the ends of his black hair leisurely. Sauron blinks, nods slowly, rather unsure where Melkor's going with his off handed compliment. "Obedient, intelligent," His gaze sweeps Sauron up and down, mouth tilting up with a distinct smirk. "Beautiful." He nods once, gestures Sauron closer, and closer still, until he's close enough to knock the crown from Melkor's head.
"I am unworthy of your praise master." Sauron replies, legs bracketed by Melkor's knees. It should feel like a trap; the compliments, the proximity, but Sauron accepts both without a thought, even when Melkor's hands settle at his hips, drawing him in until his knees Bump against the seat of his throne
"Praise? I’m not praising you." His fingers hook in the straps of Sauron's armour, pushing aside the plates to get at the leather jerkin beneath, pushing that aside too. Sauron dares let his fingers curl around Melkor's shoulders when his hands find Sauron’s skin, his touch hot and searching. "Good masters reward able servants."
Melkor palms his cock, sword calluses rough against velvety skin, and looks up at Sauron through his lashes, daring him to watch him as he drags his lips teasingly up Sauron's length, teeth scraping just under the head, sending a shudder through him. It seems amusing, that Sauron should wonder just how much contact he’s allowed when Melkor is like this before him, hot wet glide of tongue along the underside of his cock, all sucking kisses and nipping teeth. His toes curl in his boots and his fingers in Melkor's hair.
Sauron lets out a hungry moan as Melkor swallows his down, accepting him into his throat as easy as breathing, swallowing around his cock, nose pressed to his pelvis, lips wet and stretched and lovely. It doesn’t matter then how much control Melkor will or will not allow anymore; Sauron tangles his fingers in his hair and tugs hard, moans his masters name like a song and quakes when Melkor responds with a possessive growl.
He draws his head up and down, setting up a smooth rhythm, rolling his balls between his fingers, until Sauron's hips twitch up into his mouth. His nails find purchase at his waist, holding him still easily. Sauron's eyes peel open as Melkor pulls away, scraping teeth all the way up the underside and sucking a wet kiss at the head. His pale lips are moist and pink now, and he swipes his tongue over them, eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches Sauron, hand replacing mouth on his cock.
"Well servant," he begins, and there’s a laugh in his voice even though it's roughened from sucking cock, fingers tight and easy over Sauron’s length. "How do you like your reward?" Sauron makes a low noise in his throat, endeavours to remember Melkor just like this, hair tangled and face coloured and mouth wet, just short of on his knees before him.
"Very well, master." He manages to reply, voice hitching. Melkor laughs darkly, licks his lips; Sauron follows the motion greedily, hips twitch and cock brushing against Melkor cheek, eager to be back in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the head, and Sauron wants to hold Melkor still by the hair, fuck into his mouth. He has no idea how he manages to restrain himself when Melkor takes him all the way down again, cheeks hollow, lips tight, swallowing. He makes an undignified sound, and Melkor watches him with laughter in his eyes.
"Master--" Sauron gasps. His thighs are trembling, orgasm coiling in his belly, and he whines as it tightens, Melkor's mouth moving up and down now. "Master I'm--" he sings his release too, pants Melkor's name as he comes down. He manages to look at Melkor just in time to see his tongue swipe at cum from the corner of his lips. He slumps at his feet right there, weak and shaking with his afterglow.
"You stay right there." Melkor says, looking satisfied, combing his fingers through Sauron's hair where it rests against his knee. "And when you've come to yourself, you can thank me for your reward."