Lion Head Mesa kitna

ramesses let out his breath, sighing against the side of the fellahin's throat. sayf was by far his favorite. kasmut remained touched only by himself but it was sayf who knew how to caress him in such particular ways that even in this moment he wanted the new hebsut.
"go now," ramesses purred. "begin your tasks. come to me tonight."
it would be long hours to remind sayf of his own experience at bringing pleasure. pharaoh was possessive.