Lion Head Mesa [m]dawn

Sweet dove. Sayf melted even more, pressing his face impossibly closer. The reassurance that he was here now was something he hadn't even known he needed to hear, but it filled him with warmth. The dragging of his tongue down the fellahin's spine made him shutter. His veins heated and his heart began to race.

But then came his question. The giant's words were full of worry. It made Sayf's chest tighten. He met the mazoi's gaze and immediately shook his head. No, he quickly offered, afraid Sakai would get up and walk away if he didn't quickly soothe his worry and reassure him that this was allowed. The fellahin serve the mazoi as they do the pharaoh, he answered softly, reaching up to deliver more gentle kisses to his jaw. But I'm not here as servent, Sayf added, his words wavering a little as insecurity swelled in his chest. I'm here as Sayf. Because I want to be. He looked down at his feet. I hope that doesn't displease you. Sayf could pretend if needed. He could bury the hurt deep down and be the servant.