…Yes, reports your vocal acrobatics are well documented.
I confess that I myself abhor silent lovemaking. Not to disparage those moments that are quite and tremulous, of course– it needn’t be ear-shattering, just a few notes sweeten the victory and communicate one’s sentiment.
I’ve known men who think it beneath them to utter more than a grunt at climax; as if silent, joyless pistoning were their sex’s only duty… may they reap the disappointing harvest that they sow.
As you may know, my lord is not known for his restraint, nor his silence.
When I first came to him, the vulgarities he cried in pleasure half made me swoon (dignified servant of Aulë that I was); even now some of the things he says– some of the things I’ve said– in our intimacy make my face hot when I think of them outside the bedchamber. …Do you find that a certain level of crudeness brings out new heights of pleasure and unrestraint in your passion? I certainly have, though the phenomenon is strange to me.
But sweet hells, I live for it. He has filled my ear with the most delicious, unwholesome whispers, and the raw music of his bliss. I hope they can hear him on Taniquetil. I hope they are deafened by the pleasures we’ve found in exile.











