Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

"as do i." ramesses wondered for a sharp moment if charles preferred to be overpowered, wished to have an interest prove themselves as a physical being. but the languid arms of pharaoh did not think they were sorted for such, and so he put the thought aside.
charles trembled with indignation but he had not torn his body aside, and so the divine mouthpiece of god did not relent in his teasing pursuit. he drew back somewhat however, indicating that he would not seek to hold the newly made prince too closely against himself.
pharaoh instead kissed the outside of charles' shoulder, soft presses that did not linger long enough to be rejected.
"i am showing you the other side of the wealth i have mentioned." his breath was sweet with berries and he knew that his companion's must be the same —
"you do not yet know what goes on in these rooms. there is no judgement here, charles," ramesses breathed, urging the man to look at him, to glance into the swallowing churn of his darksea eyes.