Let's Wrestle For It

Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 24th June 2025

Characters: M'sar, S'yen
Description: Mesarian and S'yen do some aggressive flirting and make plans.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 4 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: E'drivan

S'yen

"Got one for you to try," S'yen said to Mesarian as he slid into the seat across from him.

Mesarian's eyes lit with interest. "Oh yeah?"

"Name's E'drivan. He's in my class. A little cocky but he's about to be ready to hit the sack now that the Weyrlingmasters are giving us the go-ahead for romantic relationships. You should introduce yourself." S'yen busied himself with eating while Mesarian mulled that over.

"I'll add him to my list," Mesarian said. "But if your class can finally have sex again, you're at the top of my list."

"Who says you're even on mine?" S'yen shot back but there was a considering look to his eyes.

"Don't you want a little danger in your life?" Mesarian leaned closer. "A holdless man, wild and rugged, who lived out there with no shame?"

S'yen's expression shifted to one of theatrical boredom. "Unless you plan on using one of your knives during the act, trust me, I've done it all already. And I'm not into knifeplay foreplay. Big fan of keeping all of my fingers."

Mesarian showed off his hands. "Still got all of mine." Although they bore several scars. "And I've done it all before, too. But it ain't about that, not really. You're pretty, and I'd bed you anyway, but the thing is . . . you've got edges, and I like that."

"I've got scars and standards," S'yen replied sharply. "Flattery isn't going to get you into my pants. You want some? Show up at my weyr tonight and let's see what you've got." If Mesarian thought he was going to be the top, S'yen was going to crush that thought real quick.

"I love a challenge. Let's see if you can get me to scream your name." Shards, he couldn't wait.

"You think it would be a challenge?" S'yen asked, leaning forward and shifting into a slight predatory smile. "How many boys did you get to screw in those caves? Couldn't be much, right? I've had Turns to practice here and trust me, these dragonfolk like their sex. So the question isn't _if_ you're going to scream my name -- it's how many times."

Mesarian's pulse sped up. "You'd be surprised how much action you can get out there. But you're right about the Weyr. I usually like being on top, but . . . maybe we can wrestle for it." He licked his lips.

S'yen was convinced that he could do that better and licked his lips suggestively to prove it. "Good thing about weyrlinghood is that they gave me muscles in all the right places," he said. "Maybe a Turn ago you would have won but not now." Meeting Mesarian's gaze, he said, "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you have top."

"Might not mind losing to you," Mesarian said in a low voice.

"Good," S'yen answered in an equally low voice. He suggestively licked one of his fingers. "Because you will."

Mesarian wanted to launch himself across the table and take him right there. Or be taken, either way. "Do we have to wait for tonight?"

"Why? Got a hard on already?"

"Wanna touch it?"

S'yen's grin became cocky. Part of him wanted to challenge Mesarian to whip it out right there but a more sensible part of him knew that if Mesarian called his bluff, he'd be forced to up the challenge. And S'yen didn't really want an audience. Not this big of one, anyway. "No," he answered flatly. "I don't have enough time before my next class and besides..." He got up from his spot. "It's more fun this way. Knowing that you're going to be on edge."

"I hate you," Mesarian said, lust pulsing through his body.

The blue weyrling blew Mesarian a sassy kiss as he left. "See you tonight."

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