Full of Surprises (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 24th December 2024
Series: Bronze and Blue Entwined

Characters: K'mai, I'serin
Description: K’mai finds an excuse to spend time together, and I’serin finds some boldness.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 23 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: L’keri
PG-17
Rating: PG-17

K'mai

I'serin

K'mai barely waited for permission to enter before he swept into the office. "Congratulations Weyrleader! A fine clutch, and a gold egg!" He came up to the large desk but kept it between them. "We should celebrate later." The look he gave I'serin made it clear what he had in mind for this celebration.

I'serin began to automatically reply to K'mai's congratulations with the standardized polite response tinged with that goofy pride that was radiating off Aluneth until he caught K'mai's second statement and accompanying look.

And just like that, the normally loquacious bronzerider was momentarily speechless.

"C-Celebrate?" he echoed. Shells and shards, what if someone heard them just then? Turns of keeping his sexuality under wraps were becoming threatened nearly every time K'mai stepped into the same room.

The bluerider smiled. "I have good wine." One of his eyebrows went up. "And surely you can spend some time with a friend you've known all your life who wants to toast you and Aluneth's virility?"

I'serin knew that look. This was going to be a terrible idea but the bronzerider still said, "Of course." He told himself that there was absolutely no harm, no judgement to be made of him and K'mai sharing a celebratory drink in his office. They had shared drinks at plenty of Cyan Wing parties though all I'serin could think about was that one time he had given K'mai frosted nuts as an apology gift and made the whole situation more awkward.

Still against his better judgement, I'serin fetched two glasses to hand over to K'mai.

K'mai bit his lip, eyes dancing. "Did you think I meant here?"

"K'mai, I am _never_ certain what you mean," I'serin answered, his tone half-exasperated and half-relieved. "Command me."

K'mai's eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement. In a low voice he said, "Oh, I'll command you later. But first I'll ask." His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper, so no one walking by could possibly hear him. "Come to my weyr. And before you protest, I have L'keri over all the time and no one thinks we're having sex."

I'serin did indeed open his mouth to protest, though he was blushing. He would have to remember to use his words with more care, as K'mai had a wonderful ability of twisting them into an innuendo. He mentally reached for Aluneth, both to check in on his lifemate's whereabouts and as the sounding board that the dragon always offered. }: I would gladly carry you up, I'serin, :{ Aluneth grunted as he unfurled his wings to leave the Sands since he was also watching over the clutch, }: But K'mai is right. This is your celebration as well. :{

I'serin waved a hand for K'mai to head out. "Between you and Aluneth..." was all he said.

"I'm glad he agrees." K'mai was relieved he'd agreed so easily. Definitely progress. He smiled at I'serin and led the way out of the office. The large bronze settled next to Sebeth with gently swirling winds. I'serin gave Aluneth a loving rub on his ridges, eternally grateful to have a champion like his dragon, even for small things. It was a quick ride up and then Aluneth was away, returning to his sentinel watch over the eggs.

"You would think that he clutched them himself," I'serin remarked of his dragon.

"He did the next best thing," K'mai said with a chuckle. "Please come in, Weyrleader." He couldn't pounce I'serin on the ledge, and he shouldn't pounce on him the second they were inside, either. He told his libido to simmer down.

"I'serin," the bronzerider answered automatically as he entered. He exhaled. "I will make you the same deal that the Weyrwoman made with me -- when we are alone, call me I'serin. Please." Hiding behind titles was what he did every other hour of his days. And tonight, he wanted to celebrate.

K'mai stepped up close and smiled as he trailed a finger along I'serin's cheek. "We were still out on the ledge. I was trying to be proper for you." His voice turned lower, softer. "But now we're alone." He held himself back, giving I'serin a chance to make a move.

The bronzerider shivered slightly at the touch. A dozen scenarios blossomed in his mind and then collided with each other. His fingers suddenly itched to hold on to something. "I believe you promised wine," he said after swallowing hard since that was the only thing his mind could spit out.

"I did." K'mai kissed him, mostly on the cheek, but he aimed so the corners of their mouths touched. Then he walked over to the drink cabinet and pulled out a good bottle of wine. His mind kept turning toward all the filthy things they could do on every piece of furniture in his weyr. And the floor. And against the wall.

I'serin drifted closer, flutters in his stomach. While K'mai poured the wine, I'serin came up behind him and shyly let one hand slide down the bluerider's spine, working through layers of giving himself permission to be himself, be like this.

K'mai's eyes half-closed at the touch and he lingered a moment more before he turned to give I'serin a glass. Patience. K'mai needed to have patience. "Has Aluenth sired a clutch before?"

The bronzerider shook his head as he took the drink. After a long sip, he said, "And a queen egg on top of that. I fear he will be insufferable now, stuffed full with pride." He took another sip, savoring the flavor, but also watching K'mai's lips on his own glass. He tried to think of the next right move, as any number of the dozen that sprang to mind--

}: Just kiss him, :{ Aluneth interjected sharply.

I'serin nearly dropped the glass at the love and exasperation in the dragon's tone. **How you bear with my insecurities,** I'serin thought back as he made his move, shyly tracing K'mai's jaw and wiping away a drop of wine on the bluerider's lips with his thumb.

K'mai had been ready to make a witty comment about how he was glad Sebeth didn't have to compete with Aluneth, but I'serin's touch stilled him. He had so much experience with so many people, and yet sometimes the littlest things could still set him on fire. Reaching up, K'mai took I'serin's hand and slipped the bronzerider's thumb into his mouth. He watched I'serin intently as he sucked on the digit. The look on the bronzerider's face said that he was surprised to enjoy it.

Wild inspiration struck I'serin then as one of the dozens of previously colliding ideas finally emerged dominant. His heart hammering as he slipped his thumb free, he gently pushed the glass of wine against K'mai's lips, and said, "Drink."

The bluerider obeyed eagerly, the thrill of that simple command sending a bolt of desire through him. The wine didn't have time to dry or spill before I'serin pressed his lips against K'mai's, capturing new, sensual flavors and textures.

K'mai moaned against I'serin's mouth and slid a hand into his hair. This newfound boldness wasn't what he'd expected but K'mai was very, very eager to see where it would lead. Wine became momentarily forgotten as I'serin explored the curves of K'mai's lips on his. At one point, I'serin's free hand slid to the back of K'mai's head, holding him in place so that he could taste more. A soft, hungry moan caught in his throat.

K'mai only broke the kiss long enough to breathe and gasp, "Yes!" before giving his lips back to I'serin. His tongue delved into I'serin's mouth, tasting him in turn, but he pulled back to let I'serin take the lead.

"Tease," the bronzerider growled without thought as he chased another kiss. Kissing was something he was starting to feel comfortable with. It was where kissing led to that was the next hurdle. As if knowing he would have to break down those walls within himself, he broke off the kiss long enough take a long drink of wine and catch his breath. He found a place to rest his cup after that, wanting both of his hands free. He would get the rest of his drinks from K'mai's mouth.

Watching I'serin with hungry eyes over the rim of his glass, K'mai tilted it up and took a long drink. Did he need to take charge again? He really didn't mind as long as it ended up with them being tangled and sweaty. Again, the wine didn't have a chance to spill or dry before the bronzerider's lips were pressed against his.

I'serin's hands slid shyly under K'mai's shirt, wandering, while his mouth was busy keeping his thoughts occupied.

It was only kissing. It was only fingers sliding along K'mai's skin. But because it was I'serin, because K'mai knew this was all new for him, everything was heightened. His own hands sought the bare skin of I'serin's back, alternately gliding and gripping. Eventually, this urged I'serin to give the bluerider's shirt a sexually frustrated tug, followed by a tight grip to pull it off.

After he did the same with his own shirt, I'serin gently pushed K'mai against the nearest wall for balance and returned to heated kisses. Judging by the hardness now pressed against the bluerider's hips, it would not take long before those kisses went elsewhere.

Oh Faranth. K'mai groaned as he was pushed against the wall. Gentle, yes, but still. "You are full of surprises," he said in a low, pleased voice. One hand was buried in I'serin's hair, the other slid down to grip his ass.

Maybe it was the wine starting to take hold or the heady triumph that he felt from Aluneth. Or a combination of the two. It gave I'serin a moment of boldness as he groaned, "Am I?" and began fumbling with a belt. Possibly his own.

K'mai stopped kissing long enough to look down at where I'serin's hands were. "I like surprises." He licked his lips. His head was spinning. His body was on fire and he had to restrain himself because he wanted I'serin _so bad_ but even more he wanted to give I'serin the lead as long as he would take it.

Turns of hiding his sexuality warred with rising lust. Just when he thought one of them would win, his fingers undid the belt and moved of their own volition to the next obstacle in his body's way. If he could keep his mind turned off long enough, if he did not overthink it again... "Why are you still wearing clothes?" he growled in frustration. At himself. At K'mai.

K'mai happily stripped off his trousers, boots, and underclothes. His knees might have been a little weak from hearing I'serin growl. "Want me to help?" He laid a hand over I'serin's. The bronzerider nodded, which was probably not a good thing because it was about to give him time to _think_ about what was going to happen.

K'mai stripped him, fingers lingering over I'serin's skin. "Do you know," he said with false innocence, "I've been touching myself while thinking of you." He was rewarded with a broken moan from the Weyrleader that preceded another rough kiss. I'serin's hands grabbed hungrily at K'mai's hips, more fumbling than bold, like he just couldn't get enough of the bluerider and was trying to do so all at once.

The other man laughed, low and delighted, as he arched into I'serin's touch. "I would happily let you do whatever you want to me." K'mai kissed along I'serin's neck, both hands cupping the bronzerider's ass. "But if you like . . . I can show you some of the things I've been fantasizing about."

His heart hammering wildly, I'serin mutely nodded.

For a long moment, K'mai considered having I'serin take him right there against the wall. But . . . "Come to bed." He took I'serin's hand, his gaze turning serious. "You can always say no, or tell me to slow down, okay?" That earned him another mute nod from the bronzerider as he followed, his mind spinning, his blood pounding. Aching.

Guiding him to the sleeping area, K'mai gently pushed I'serin down and then covered him, as he had on the beach. But this time, after a few minutes of hungry kissing, he leaned over to pull a bottle of oil from the nightstand. He gave I'serin a smile somewhere between playful and wicked as he poured some over his fingers. Then he slowly spread I'serin's legs, watching his face intently.

~*~ Fade to black ~*~

While his heart came back down to a more regular rate, I'serin held on to K'mai. Little ripples of pleasure still shuddered his frame, eventually replaced by a blissful lassitude. "K'mmmai," he murmured languidly after a few moments. That had felt..._wonderful_.

Filled with euphoric satisfaction, K'mai pressed wet kisses to I'serin's neck. He very much enjoyed guiding people with little or no experience of sex, but this was . . . it was . . . "The things you do to me . . ."

I'serin would have whole-heartedly agreed with that statement if his throat could form a coherent word. Instead, he lay, floating, just...enjoying the euphoria.

K'mai moved to I'serin's mouth, giving him slow, lazy kisses as he ran a hand through I'serin's sweat-dampened hair. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of a throughly debauched Weyrleader in his bed, warmth filling his chest as he gazed down at I'serin. "I think we should celebrate like this every day." He laughed, almost a giggle, and leaned down to nip at I'serin's shoulder. "Several times."

The bliss I'serin felt was neatly sliced through by that statement and the accompanying thought that someone would _definitely_ notice what they were doing if they chose that course. Stammering, torn between duties, K'mai, his sexuality issues, and a slew of other thoughts that now pushed the remaining afterglow away, I'serin said, "I...I c-cannot. Not...not yet. Not..." His eyes begged K'mai to understand.

K'mai stroked I'serin's hair, his cheek. "I know. This is all new for you, and you're busy," he said gently. "I'll be happy with whatever time we can share." Even if he wanted to keep I'serin in his weyr, hold him like that night after Riyanth's death, only this time they would fall asleep sated and happy. Instead I'serin would walk out of here and be Weyrleader again and K'mai might not have him to himself for days or sevendays. A wild urge seized him and K'mai bent to I'serin's shoulder again, further down near the curve of his arm. Well away from anything that would show unless the bronzerider took his shirt off, and the Weyrleader had a private bathing room. K'mai set his lips against I'serin's skin and began to suck.

I'serin let out a shout, caught by surprise. "What are you doing?"

"A little something to remember me by." K'mai smiled against his shoulder and then sucked harder. "No one will see." But K'mai would know that under those Weyrleader's knots he'd left the mark of his lips and teeth.

The bronzerider endured the tugging pain with a baffled expression, as though he could not decide if he liked the idea of being marked or not. It was certainly something to add to his novel experiences of the day. When K'mai was done, I'serin gingerly touched the mark. "You continue to surprise me," he said contemplatively.

"We have that in common." K'mai shifted to lay beside him, his gaze lingering on the dark spot against I'serin's skin. Suddenly he laughed, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. "I can't believe I did that." He couldn't believe he'd done _any_ of this.

Something about that admission -- and the laughter that accompanied it -- made I'serin huff with his own laughter, as a boyish, disbelieving grin also spread across his face. "I cannot believe I did that as well," he replied, now chuckling softly. Even with his borderline panic, I'serin realized that the experience overall had felt good. "This has been...quite a celebration indeed."

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