Lion Head Mesa adore

The pharaoh's command drifted out, making Sayf shiver before he trotted inside. He stopped only when he was within the god's outstretched arms. The fellahin pressed his face into the pale man's fur, nuzzling and painting himself with his scent. Ramesses was all rumpled and warm from sleep, making the embrace even better than he had imagined while waiting on the cool stone outside. 

He pulled back a little to start tenderly grooming the pharaoh's fur. I was wondering, he said between his administrations. If there was anything you want me to do for you—anyone you want me to seduce information from, or maybe watch when I'm not with you. Of course he preferred to spend his time pleasing the king of the mesa, but if there was more he could do, then he would gladly do it. He found he would do most anything for the god.