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Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 10th September 2025
Characters: M'sar, S'yen
Description: Mesarian shows up at S'yen's door but S'yen doesn't put up half the fight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 7 of Turn 12
Notes: Follows "Let's Wrestle For It". PG-17 version of "Bent Over"
Mesarian knocked on the bluerider's door. **He sharding better not back out.** He'd been on edge for candlemarks.
**Who is it?** S'yen asked of Jenith, who was watching their visitor with curiously whirling blue eyes.
}: A man. I think you know him. He is thinking hard about you, :{ Jenith answered. This whole sex thing that his rider liked to do was a very interesting thing. Jenith wasn't sure why he liked to do it so much but it felt good so he wasn't going to argue.
Without answering, S'yen went to answer the door. His expression turned sly when he recognized Mesarian. "So. Guess you came."
"I showed up." The corner of Mesarian's mouth lifted. "Haven't come yet."
S'yen's eyes slid down to Mesarian's crotch and then slowly back up, as if deciding whether or not Mesarian was worth the time. He licked his lips suggestively as he met Mesarian's eyes. "Hm. I wonder who can help with that."
"You letting me in, or are we gonna do this in the hall?" Mesarian grabbed a handful of S'yen's shirt.
S'yen laughed haughtily. "Horny much?" he teased as he backed up, pulling Mesarian with him. This was going to be fun. "Didn't think you'd be _that_ desperate still? I didn't even touch you."
Mesarian kicked the door shut behind him. "That's the problem. You're all talk and no touch." S'yen's arrogance and his teasing pissed Mesarian off . . . and made him want the bluerider all the more.
In response, S'yen cupped Mesarian's crotch. "You want to bet?" he murmured, close enough to nibble on the other man's ear.
Mesarian swallowed hard and reached around to grab S'yen's ass. "Shards, that's more like it." He leaned in for a rough kiss.
Which S'yen immediately stopped. "Whoa, you think we're getting _romantic_ with this?" the other man said. But he was still in close quarters with Mesarian, fisting his shirt. "This is sex, boyo. Get on that bed and get naked."
"You think you can boss me around?" Mesarian asked, even as his stomach fluttered with excitement. He tugged at S'yen's belt. "How bout _you_ get naked and bend over for me."
"Oh, _please_," S'yen answered snarkily. "You couldn't handle me as a bottom." He reached around Mesarian's middle to tug his shirt up over his head and then went to work on Mesarian's belt. His mouth was teasingly close to the other man but he didn't allow for kisses. At some point, S'yen nipped Mesarian's earlobe hungrily.
Mesarian hissed and then reached to pull S'yen's shirt off. "You like bein' in charge, huh? So do I."
"Good," S'yen answered as his hands slid into Mesarian's pants along his hips. "We can fight for it." He trailed nibbling kisses down the other man's throat as he worked off Mesarian's pants.
"Mmm, so you do kiss, just not on the lips." Mesarian gripped S'yen's hair and pushed his head down. "Maybe you can use your mouth on me first."
Surprisingly, S'yen didn't argue or resist. With experienced movements, he tugged Mesarian's pants down.
~*~ fade to black ~*~
Well, at least Mesarian hadn't lasted much longer than S'yen.
Panting, the bluerider rested on the furs, letting the smell of sex permeate his awareness as he came down from his high. "You're...gonna need...to work...on your technique," he taunted weakly.
Mesarian scoffed. "You came hard enough anyway." His legs were a little shaky and he leaned against S'yen.
S'yen shook him off a little. "Don't you get cuddly with me," he warned, some of his usual acerbic nature returning. "This is sex, not romance. We only do aftercare if we agree to it beforehand."
Mesarian laughed as he pulled away and turned around to sit on the bed. "So touchy. You worried I'm gonna moon over you?"
"Plenty of men have," the bluerider answered as he went to find a towel to clean up with. "And I'm not looking for a boyfriend."
"I ain't, either." Mesarian looked down at the furs and sighed. "I suppose you won't let me stay. It's not a romantic thing, I just like a nice, warm bed. Your bed tonight, someone else's tomorrow."
"Shells no," S'yen replied. "Didn't the Headwoman give you a cot? Go there." He was_not_ letting the Candidate stay the night, and it was not just in case another encounter came along.
"Disappointing. You don't even put up a fight and now you won't share the bed." Mesarian leaned back with another sigh.
Stung, the bluerider gave the Candidate a none-too-gentle nudge-kick. "Out," he growled. Next time, he was going to make Mesarian beg for every inch. And he might just say no out of spite. He wanted a blue? S'yen could give him blue balls to start and see how much he liked that. Maybe that would wipe that contented smirk off his face.
"Fine." Mesarian got to his feet. "Lemme wash up first." He held his hand out for a cloth.
S'yen rolled his eyes dramatically as he handed it to him. "Whatever."
Mesarian cleaned himself quickly and then dressed. At the door he paused, smirking at the bluerider. "Stay sweet, pretty boy." He blew S'yen a kiss before leaving.
Last updated on the October 3rd 2025