Lion Head Mesa [m]dawn

The giant liked his answers, his pliant nature. It was easy to hand over control to the mazoi, especially because Sayf was naturally subservient; he was even more so when it seemed Sakai liked it. The fellahin remained completely still as he was finally exactly where he had wanted to be since the first time they were alone. Strong arms held both of his delicate sides. The giant promised to be gentle, and Sayf was thankful. Although he would like anything the mazoi gave him, he was glad this first time would be at a more tender pace. 

The fellahin wasted no time curling up to Sakai as he landed next to him. He was still starved for his touch and attention. He gave a soft laugh at the giant's teasing. Nothing has ever pleased me more, he murmured as he nuzzled into the mazoi's chest. 

He pulled back and looked up to his lover. Sakai. His voice was more serious now. I don't think the pharaoh should know you are my favorite. It might make him angry. He swallowed at just the thought. I hate it, but it must be this way. Anxiety squeezed his chest. He was afraid the handsome wolf would be offended and leave. He was afraid he would lose what he now desperately needed.