The Weyrleader's Desk

Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 30th October 2025
Series: Bronze and Blue Entwined

Characters: K'mai, I'serin
Description: I’serin makes one of K’mai’s greatest dreams come true.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 1 of Turn 12
Notes: PG-17 version of "Yes, Sir"

K'mai

I'serin

It was late and I'serin should have left his office an hour ago but he was still scribbling a few lingering notes down before he forgot them. Luckily, his morning tomorrow was clear, just one late morning meeting to begin the day. So he did not mind staying up a bit later to finish.

}: K'mai is looking for you, :{ Aluneth alerted him sleepily.

Absently, I'serin replied, **Send him to me.** At second thought, it would be good for K'mai to come to his office. It would give I'serin incentive to finish sooner so that he could spend time with his lover.

"Do I have to drag you out of here?" K'mai teased as he walked in.

"Possibly," I'serin answered in absent flirtation. He scribbled the last bit with a final flourish and then pushed the papers away. He looked at the timepiece, frowning thoughtfully a moment before going to lock the door to his office and then to the cabinet that held a small stock of alcohols. "Join me in a drink?" he asked.

"It would be my pleasure." K'mai watched him intently. "I see you finally figured out your door has a lock."

"I finally decided to use it," I'serin amended with a slightly sour tone. He should have used it more when his father was alive. It would have saved him the headaches. He poured two glasses of wine and then went to sit at the small table where they usually shared lunch. "How was your evening?" he asked as he passed one glass over and then inched his free hand to hold K'mai's.

The bluerider entwined their fingers with a soft smile. "Good. I spent time with a few friends, and then I noticed the time and decided I should check on a certain bronzerider."

"A certain bronzerider that has a propensity towards forgetting the time?" he quipped after a sip of wine.

"Very serious, that one. Spends far too much time in his office." K'mai rubbed his thumb along I'serin's hand.

"Lucky for him," I'serin said as he lifted K'mai's hand to his mouth to whisper a kiss along his knuckles, "he has a very considerate lover who reminds him to take time for himself."

Shards, it was just a brush of his lips on K'mai's hand, it wasn't even suggestive, and yet it made him feel like he was coming undone. "The things you do to me."

I'serin made a humming sound of agreement. "And what else did you have planned for the evening?" he asked.

"I was hoping to coax a certain bronzerider into my bed. Or his bed. Or . . ." K'mai looked over at the desk with a sultry smile.

The bronzerider followed the bluerider's gaze. Unbidden, a dozen positions and scenarios all jockeyed for primacy within his mind. His mouth felt dry but the rest of him...

"That..." he said slowly, as if carefully considering which of the blooming possibilities to begin with, "can...be arranged."

Thank Faranth for the lock on the door.

"Really?" K'mai's gaze whipped back to I'serin, eyes wide with surprise and delight.

I'serin, still staring at the desk, thinking of at least three positions that he could pin K'mai in (but carefully _not_ thinking about all of papers that might get destroyed in the process), nodded.

K'mai took a long drink of wine. He knew that look. "I want you to dominate me, I'serin. I want you to push me down and take me hard. But I can help you get started." He looked at the desk again, at all those neat piles of hidework, and inspiration struck. "Tell me to clear your desk."

Future I'serin would thank present K'mai for that.

"Make...make a space on the desk," the Weyrleader commanded. While K'mai did that, I'serin drained his drink and tried to remember -- yes, K'mai's jacket had a small bottle of oil. He fished that out.

K'mai glanced over as he moved one of the piles from the desk to the table and his heart beat faster when he saw I'serin with the oil. "Make me move it all." He swallowed. "Weyrleader, sir."

I'serin was awkwardly aware that this was a bit of roleplay as foreplay. He did not understand _why_ K'mai found it enjoyable but he dug into the goal of it: domination. He licked his lips as he fumbled. "That stack goes on the floor. Next to the books. And do not drop it." Orders, give orders. He was used to giving orders. "And remove your shirt."

"Yes, sir." Oh, shards. Oh, shards. This was so hot. K'mai was so hard. He carefully set the stack down, and then with shaking fingers he took off his shirt.

I'serin's eyes flickered to the bulge in K'mai's pants. Knowing what was underneath, what he would be getting to soon enough gave I'serin a small shiver. The hunger in his tone was not feigned at all. "Why are you still wearing pants?" the bronzerider growled softly as he took a step forward.

Faranth, this was getting better by the minute. K'mai's fingers grasped the fastenings of his pants, but a sudden, wicked spark went through him. "Because you didn't tell me to take them off, sir."

The Weyrleader closed the gap between them quickly. With one hand threading tightly into K'mai's hair and his mouth hovering over the pulse in the bluerider's neck, I'serin growled, "Are you being insolent with me, rider?" Dimly, he was aware of how this was threading a very interesting needle between power and play.

K'mai sucked in a breath, shocked and so aroused he felt a little dizzy. I'serin was really getting into this. His sweet, shy, often indecisive I'serin acting like _this_ . . . "N--No, sir."

I'serin bit K'mai's neck lightly. "Strip," he growled in a soft, unyielding tone. He was not certain he liked being in this style of control. It felt...well, he could see possible implications. But he would dance on that edge for now and mull it over later.

~*~fade to black~*~

I'serin kissed K'mai's shoulder gently as they both caught their breath. He nuzzled K'mai's shoulder as he held the bluerider close. "Mine," he hummed.

"Yours." K'mai was boneless. If I'serin wasn't holding him up he would have slid right off the desk. When he had some of his breath back, he murmured, "Thank you."

The Weyrleader hummed something of the same. "Come," he said gently, tugging K'mai towards the small couch in his office so that they could rest. He wrapped his arms around his lover after tucking K'mai's head against his shoulder. "My daylight," he repeated tenderly.

K'mai closed his eyes and wiggled just a tiny bit closer. "My sunlight." They were sticky and sweaty and K'mai was too tired and comfortable to care. He smiled, thinking of how much braver I'serin had become. He'd just screwed K'mai over his desk and now here they were cuddling on the couch. I'serin wasn't panicking. He seemed completely at ease.

"We should clean up," I'serin eventually said, sleep thickening his tone. Luckily, his weyr was just a corridor away. They could probably abscond to it without notice. Aluneth could block the door. They could be left alone for a bit longer. I'serin lifted one of K'mai's hands to his mouth. "Come. Before we fall asleep here."

The bluerider made a sleepy protest.

I'serin chuckled and nipped the bluerider's wrist lightly. "Up," he gently commanded. He would think of his office's messy state in the morning. Most likely in a cold sweat panic but that would be tomorrow I'serin's problem. "A quick bath, and then to bed."

That got K'mai's attention. "With you?" The prospect of cuddling I'serin all night got him moving.

A tendril of panic tried to worm through the serotonin haze but I'serin was able to push it away before it could take hold. "Yes," he said.

K'mai pulled him into a deep kiss. "First your desk and then your bed. You're going to spoil me."

"You spoil me," the bronzerider answered as a reasonable counter argument. His fingers traced the line of K'mai's arm. "Come. Let us sleep."

Last updated on the November 2nd 2025

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