Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

Permission was granted with a kiss to his vulnerable and sensitive throat. Sayf waited only for the pharaoh to recline into the water before he was there beside him. He lay down as well, placing gentle paws on broad chest. Playful teeth nipped at soft skin beneath beautiful, pale fur and then a swipe of his tongue would soothe the area. He repeated this pattern up the god's chest, lingering at the hollow of his throat. Even his scent was bewitching. Sayf nuzzled into the fur of his neck, stirring up more of the man's scent before continuing his pattern of nips and kisses—pain and pleasure. It was an intoxicating combination. And unless stopped, he would explore lower, as low as the pharaoh wished. Sayf wanted only to please him.