Lion Head Mesa Que Sera, Sera

The rumbled words from the handsome mazoi had warmth blooming in Sayf's stomach. He wanted to please him in other ways, and it seemed right then that the ashen wolf wanted the same. The fellahin knew that look; it filled him with validation to know he had incited such feelings within the other man. He was kind, attractive, and gracious—all things that added fuel to the heat in his veins. He smiled and dipped his head. I'm glad, he offered before moving over and settling down right beside the mazoi. Sayf shook his head when offered food. I have already eaten, and I brought this for you. 

If allowed, he would begin to groom the beautiful, lush fur of Sakai's neck. His scent was calming, masculine and woodsy. Sayf enjoyed how it filled his nose and diffused more heat into his blood. What else would please you? the fellahin asked. He very much wished the mazoi would put into words what Sayf had seen in his mesmerizing, silvery gaze and what he had heard in the soft, deep rumble of his words. But whatever the charming wolf wanted, the fellahin would grant without hesitation.