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Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 2nd October 2025
Characters: M'thos, T'mhas
Description: M'thos and T'mhas speculate on who K'mai's mysterious guest could be.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 27 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: K'mai, L'val, a well-endowed starcrafter, R'enh, I'serin, Tsaera, M'kall
Follows after "Asking Another Couple to Dinner" and "It's Not an Orgy, I Swear" Content Warning: Mild swearing
T’mhas leaned in closer to the mirror, turning his face left, then right. “Hey Merry,” he called, louder than necessary considering he’d only been right behind him, “What kinda dinner did he say this was? Do I need to shave, y’think?” He did - but if he didn’t have to for this then probably he wouldn’t.
"I don't think you should, but not because it's that kind of dinner. You with a nice beard would be hot." M'thos answered and tossed a couple potential shirts on the bed for further consideration. "You should probably shave a bit elsewhere, though, just in case this actually is an orgy."
T'mhas shot him a smug grin through the mirror, running his hand along the dark stubble in consideration. Then his face fell. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d agreed to - neither of them were, really, and he turned and said in a slightly exasperated tone, “I swear to f-, if it’s that kinda dinner, Merry, I’m out.”
M'thos laughed. "I'd tell you not to worry, but it wouldn't be the first time someone was coy about the type of party invite, would it?" The last time it had been _him_ and a very poor attempt to get the bronzerider to ignore his holder upbringing. It wasn't weird if girls were _there_, surely. "We aren't twenty anymore. Though I'm not convinced that the mystery guest isn't just K'mai's dick in a box."
“Makes sense. He’s always been good at self-reflection.” T’mhas snorted in amusement, now resting his chin atop M’thos’ shoulder, absently surveying the options laid out across the bed. “Won’t need to ask how long they’ve been together or what they got in common, anyway. Or how they met. The grey one-” he offered, with a nod to the shirt of the same color. “I’ll put marks on it bein’ that visiting Starcrafter. The one with the giant telescope.”
M'thos hummed and picked up the grey, inspecting it further. "If it was That Journeyman he would have borrowed a horn to announce it." He said with a barely contained laugh. He leaned ever so slightly back into T'mhas, enjoying the solid press of him and the roughness of the stubbled cheek against his. "He's nervous. It's someone taboo. Maybe L'val finally had enough and spanked him."
“Taboo.” T’mhas echoed thoughtfully, “Nah, can’t be L’val. He wouldn’t with someone in his Wing. Though L'val’s a lot softer on him than R’enh would be. Or T’rald. Shells, maybe even I’serin.” He chuckled at the absurdity, slinging a long arm around M'thos’ waist. “I dunno… for K'mai to keep it quiet, it's gonna be someone really unexpected. Like Tsaera. And M’kall.”
"HAH." M'thos couldn't help the cackle that escaped from his throat. "Imagine if they had been the bronze and gold threesome? Hey, what are the odds that he's looking for the next best three-way now that _that_ gossip got stale?"
T'mhas’ smile flickered. “_Merry_.” He deadpanned, completely flat. M'thos never needed much encouragement, but the more Tam tried not to grin again, the harder it was not to. “Enduringly low, hopefully.”
Then he leaned in, brushed an affectionate nip against M'thos’ earlobe and murmured, “Be good.”
M'thos hummed low in his throat, a shiver darting down his spine with a startled kind of pleasure that never really got old. "I _am_ good." He muttered, smug and warm and entirely full of shit. He turned in the bronzerider's arms, shifting onto his toes to brush his lips in a teasing kiss before stepping back.
"Save some of that for K'mai. Now, you should wear a little bit of grey too, so we can be nausea-inducing gross." His voice raised in pitch just a little, imitating M'rhas' teenage disdain in them showing any kind of affection. "At least while the clothes stay on."
T’mhas kissed him again. “_Merry_.” He sighed, trying not to sound too amused. “The only time you were ever _good_ was in weyrling training, and most of what you did would shock your classes if they knew.” He pressed another kiss to the greenrider’s temple, his fingers gripping M’thos’ side lightly and giving his hip a light, decisive slap that would also gross out their son. “Keep it on till we get home, alright?” He asked with an affectionate smile, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
"I'll hold you to that." M'thos teased, "Though maybe I'll leave a couple buttons undone. I might as well tease the goods, if K'mai and his little friend aren't getting any."
“How thoughtful of you.” T'mhas noted with a soft, throaty chuckle.
But in the back of Tam’s mind was the nagging wonder of what sort of evening they were stepping into. He wasn’t worried, but there was a slight unease that accompanied the uncertainty. And sure enough when they were preparing to climb aboard Ghraisath, Tam had donned a long-sleeve shirt in a dark heathered grey, comfortable, but harder than some of his other button ups to get off.
Last updated on the October 3rd 2025