Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

submission. acquiescence. ramesses was pleased.
charles settled close. their mutual bodywarmth reached out upon the tips of those hairs and became one, a connection whether or not it was wanted. the man smelled of the berries and of unsurety.  
pharaoh allowed the silence to build. charles must have been living quite horrendously indeed if food was his motivator.
he turned his attention completely upon charles, even shifting upon his other hip to recline against the mats. his stare flicked along the other's chest, his mouth, the profile of his fineboned face.
"now. you will take the rooms formerly occupied by the waylaid boy. he did not appreciate them. i know that you will."
the royal smile was easy. lazy. poisonous. 
"you will wake. you will sleep. you will eat." pharaoh dared to press closer. "you will be bathed. indeed you may have the dust washed from your feet whenever you wish." 
this close he could feel any tension in charles that showed itself now; he expected it.
"already these things are done for you. now i ask you to look beyond. to inquire and to develop what is your deepest desire. i wish to see it ... fulfilled."
daring; daring! ramesses licked the base of the coywolf's nearest ear, nothing more than a hummingbird touches the outside of a flower.