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The pharaoh's breathy words against his ear and the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around him made the fellahin shiver. Sayf's reverent gaze lifted to meet the god's own. You are my master. It was an easy declaration to give because he knew he would do anything the golden man asked of him. He lowered his nose to nuzzle it against Ramesses' jaw, brushing up the muscular line before delivering soft kisses there. Would it please you if I addressed you as master from now on? he asked between kisses. Devotion painted his tone and his expression as he made his way down his master's neck with nibbles and kisses.