This is a very self indulgent smut fic that was inspired by a lot of fun conversations with my fellow Adar sister wives. It's the first part of a bigger collection of stories taking place in the same au.
Uruk OC x reader x Adar
Pure smut that turns out kind of wholesome
Reader pov
Poly themes
Pregnancy & Breeding kink and possessiveness
You have been warned, if you’re not into Uruk smut (outside of Adar), don’t read this
@rivendellwatch (Thank you for putting on this event!!)
Title: The Sweet Spot
Pairing: Adar/Camnir
Rating: M (Mature) just to be safe. I love reading smut but I am terribly rusty at writing it so though sexual encounters are referenced and recounted there's nothing explicit on page. Camnir ends up covered in oil though.
Blurb/Summary: Adar can't feel Camnir's touch because of his scarring and nerve damage, but a little bit (or a lot a bit) of cinnamon rectifies the situation.
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship. The Uruk are semi-permanently settled and Camnir lives with them. Adar lives of course. References to scars and body damage but no explicit descriptions. Author is disabled and chronically ill/disabled Adar is my jam. If we are going to call Camnir a cinnamon roll, Adar should get to lick him like he is one. Not smut, just playfully sexual. I wasn't going to write anything but then I got this idea and just had to so it is not very long but I'm happy with it. Uruk OC's Mocdul and Draga mentioned. I think that's it, get on with it:
Since becoming his lover, there was nothing Camnir enjoyed more than touching Adar. Camnir was a cartographer after all and he treasured the gift of such delicious topography that pulsed with life beneath his hands.
However, it didn't take long for him to figure out that his touches were not always received as vibrantly.
Adar had been forthcoming in the fact that his body had been through cruelties that had left parts of him deformed and numb. But the extent to which he had lost sensation was revealed more slowly.
Adar tried to hide it at first. But it was difficult to hide from Camnir. Never before had Adar experienced such an attentive lover intent on traversing and mapping every inch of his body so lovingly. Camnir caught on pretty quickly that Adar was much more interested in watching Camnir touch him than the actual touches. And when Adar wasn't looking at where Camnir's hands landed, he didn't respond at all.
This wasn't surprising considering there were precious few places Adar's skin wasn't webbed or notched. Indeed the tracks of some of Adar's scars were nearly an inch deep and Camnir could fit his fingertips into them easily at the top of Adar's shoulder and follow them down in a claw like motion the length of Adar's entire back. Finally Adar confessed, to both Camnir as well as himself, that he felt none of it.
But, Adar explained, just because he couldn't feel Camnir superficially didn't mean he couldn't feel him in the ways that were important. He could feel heat. And pressure. Two very key things that made their sexual encounters more or less the same as anyone else's—other than they took things slower and there had to be decent lighting, whether that be firelight or sunlight, so Adar could see what was going on.
One day, however, the Valar blessed Camnir with a tool that allowed Adar to feel his touch.
Well, actually, it had been an accident. And an innocent one at that.
It started when the weather turned cold. Even though he was an elf, the rougher lifestyle of the Uruk took it’s toll on Camnir in various ways. One of those was that Camnir’s lips became dry and cracked in the cold air.
The Uruk healer in camp, Mocdul, had various tinctures and salves for burns and other ailments. But these were developed for the Uruk biology, and Camnir was fairly certain the ingredients were mostly toxic to elves and he'd be poisoned if he tried to use any of them, especially on his lips.
Thus he had to invent a cure on his own. A simple lip balm would do.
He procured some sweet cooking oil from the best cook in camp, Draga, and added in some ground cinnamon he had in his personal stores. (Much like medications, Uruk tea was hostile to Camnir’s sensibilities so he was on his own when it came to brewing and flavoring his tea.)
After he boiled and cooled the concoction, he jarred it up and let the balm settle. When he was done he had a good sized jar of oil he could use and not worry about dying.
The first kiss he received from Adar while wearing the lip balm was meant to be a quick, chaste greeting when Adar retuned to their cabin after a long night with a scavenging detachment. But something activated when their lips met and a sensual burn blossomed over Camnir’s lips. Adar felt it too and the next thing Camnir knew they were kissing again, deep, devouring, and toppling onto the floor, all weariness (and the fact they had a perfectly good bed in the corner) completely forgotten in favor of pleasure.
The next night, Camnir decided to try using the balm on other places in addition to his lips. He applied it to the tips and lobes of his ears, his neck, and his wrists. Adar took some time licking each spot thoroughly, but as soon he moved to unite their bodies, they were both done in less than thirty seconds.
The next night, Camnir coated his hands in oil and splayed them across Adar's back, massaged his neck, caressed his chest, thighs, and everywhere else he could touch. As their encounter progressed it turned into the loudest, most sensual session they had shared in their history together. They were both grateful the Uruk settlement had been able to build small homes and cabins because there would have been no way Adar’s children would have not overheard what was going on if they were still using tents. As Adar drifted into sleep he confessed to Camnir that it had been the first time he felt touch that burned with sweetness instead of pain.
After that night, Camnir used his entire store of cinnamon to make several more jars of the balm and Adar and Camnir used it every time they made love.
Which was almost every day, but sometimes things were hectic enough that they were interrupted for a few nights. On one such dry spell, Camnir retired to their cabin early, resolved to not allow another night to go by without any action.
He grabbed a fresh jar of the cinnamon oil.
It started simply enough. He applied the balm to his lips, of course, and then around his ears, under his jaw, and along his collarbones.
He then stripped off his clothing and added oil to the important parts: his nipples and the insides of his thighs. The spiced scent and the dull burn that spread over his sensitive spots ignited his eagerness. Before he knew it, Camnir was slathering the oil on every inch of himself he could reach.
He only stopped because his hands had become so coated in oil that he couldn't hold onto the jar anymore. It slipped through his fingers and landed with a thud at his feet. None of it spilled only because there was too little left in the jar to spill any.
It was then Camnir realized he had taken things too far. His brain halted. He had never been naked, completely soaked in oil, and turned on out of his mind, all at the same time. He didn’t know how to proceed.
His mind was so muddled he didn't even hear Adar enter their home.
When Camnir looked up his wide, panicked eyes were met by Adar’s gaze, a look mingling between desire and amusement.
They stared at each other for a few moments until Adar took a slow step, then another, until he was close enough to Camnir to take a deep, warm inhale of the sweet cinnamon radiating off his lover's body.
When Adar spoke, his voice was even more low and graveled than usual.
“It seems,” he said, lifting one hand and gently pressing his index finger on Camnir's nose.
"You’ve missed a spot."
The end…. whatever you imagine happens after this is between you and Eru.
Thanks for reading <3
(Also, I'm still writing the Adar/Camnir story that I posted a snippet of during Cuddles Week, I have not forgotten about it, I promise I'll tag everyone who expressed interest when it is finished.)
Here’s the bingo cards for this week, sorry that I’ve not got them up earlier - I’m struggling at the moment because I don’t have the internet at the moment as I’ve just moved. This means that, once again, I’m not going to be able to watch live. Sigh.
