Lion Head Mesa tenth

ramesses extended a paw and spread his toes. the featherdown of the white pelt there seemed to lift from his foot in motes. he sighed pleasantly. the tendrils of warmth escaping the soldier wrapped slowly into his own. 
"perhaps in the same way i am used to having what i want, you too are used to control." his words felt muted, as if they floated beneath the water. "you were so bold when you believed me only a prince." an ivoried brow arched, but his mouth was soft in teasing.