Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

He was mesmerized before they had reached the water, but even more so as he slowly backed towards it, peering up at Ramesses as a worshiper would a god. None of his hunger was masked behind looks or playful words, and Sayf felt completely overtaken by it. Anticipation squeezed his stomach, and he was overcome with playful energy, any concerns long forgotten. 

As his back paws sank into water, Sayf reached up and dealt teasing nibbles and and soft, too-quick kisses to the enthralling man's perfect chin and strong jaw. And now his hips and chest were in the water, so he stopped and gazed up at the pharaoh once more. Sayf pressed against him, nuzzling into his neck, his gaze asking for permission to explore.