Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

Charles nodded numbly as he was offered the rooms that were formerly taken by the man who was supposed to marry this woman. It was all very confusing, and honestly, a bit too good to be true. But Charles had learned better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was not going to question any of this. He was done with being a scavenger.

The promise of all of this luxury made the coywolf feel both relaxed — he'd finally made it in life! — as well as tense — what would be the price of all of this? It could not simply be to be married to this woman, could it? What genes did he have that were appealing to Ramesses at all, anyway? ... And did he, even, or was it all just some elaborate scheme?

The closeness made him tense as well. It always had, from the moment that Ramesses had first laid eyes on him. Charles had wanted after many men. It had never been Ramesses. None of them had ever wanted for him in the same way, as far as Charles knew, anyway. To want after men in that way, it made him a deviant, and he should not give in to that. Charles knew that much. Apart from that, he didn't know much in this moment, except confusion.

Ramesses offered him yet more. The luxury was all part of the deal, and that wasn't what he asked for. Charles swallowed thickly, finding himself wanting for more berries already. He wanted more of the feeling that made his head swim; perhaps so he could have something else to blame than himself. Or perhaps because he just liked the feeling of not being here, sharp, tense all the time. To just be numb for a while. More. More berries. That's what he wanted. Perhaps so he could suppress or access his true deeper wants.

I want more... The lick on his ear made Charles flinch away. What are you doing?! he brought out in high-pitched, insulted question, looking wide-eyed at Ramesses but not taking distance quite yet (perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of intrigue). He glanced around the room, as if looking for prying eyes. Surely there were some servants, ready to do their leader's bidding. What if they saw it? What if others found out?!