Lion Head Mesa Que Sera, Sera

Sayf leaned into the embrace and buried his muzzle deep within the mazoi's soft, warm fur. It was exactly the reaction he had hoped for. The giant could easily engulf him, and the fellahin would enjoy every second of it. He was big and strong and warm. He made Sayf feel safe, which was something he desperately needed. He was drawn to the feeling like a starving man to a feast.

When the mazoi broke the embrace, Sayf lifted his gaze to meet the quicksilver pools that were the handsome wolf's eyes. Want filled the fellahin's expression, matching what he saw on Sakai's face. It made heat burn more in his stomach as his heart beat furiously in his chest. When the giant turned to eat his meal, Sayf rested his head on his delicate paws and watched intently. So he noticed when the the mazoi paused his eating to respond to his question. The nudge had the fellahin lifting his head again, and then he stared up with blatant appreciation when Sakai towered over him. 

Then he was face to face with the stunning man. He smiled as the aspen wolf asked for them to spend the night together, his firelight eyes dancing with need. Sayf remained still as the mazoi brought his peppered muzzle close to his ear and murmured his question. The feeling of a warm tongue against the sensitive skin of his ear made him shiver, a shuttering breath leaving his dark lips. Then the mazoi was gone, towering over him again. The fellahin wanted to be buried beneath the weight of the striking man. I would like that very much, he finally said, the words breathy.