Private Lessons: Obedient Student (3/3) (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Estelle
Date Posted: 1st November 2026

Characters: D'miran, M'sar
Description: M’sar shows D'miran what he's been missing.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 16 of Turn 13
Rating: PG-17

The bluerider's lecture broke off with an intake of breath as he sensed the power shifting between them. The candlelight flickered, casting the lines of M'sar's face in sharp relief, that feral, dangerous gaze. His breath quickened. "I...of course." Honesty compelled him to add, "But not by a... by someone like..."

"Me." M'sar tugged him into a kiss. It was surprisingly gentle at first, M'sar coaxing him, seeing how much he knew. One hand cupped D'miran's cheek, the other slid along his thigh.

D'miran tensed as their lips brushed, parted and met again, but though he'd braced himself for handling as rough as M'sar's manners, it was nothing like what he'd expected. Nor was it at all like the few timid, hasty kisses he'd shared with girls back home, knowing it could go no further. M'sar's touch was light, softly encouraging and lingering as his stiffness eased, enticing and caressing, and he wanted more, wanted that hand to move higher... With a wordless, eager sound he leaned in, reaching for the other boy to draw him closer, deepening the kiss.

M'sar encouraged him to open his mouth wider, showed him what to do with his tongue. "There you go," he said between kisses. "Knew you wanted me." D'miran definitely lacked experience, but his desire was unmistakable. M'sar's hand moved higher, then a little more, slightly squeezing the firm muscle of the bluerider's thigh. "Done more than kissing?"

He shook his head. In other circumstances he might have been affronted by the question, but it was different at the Weyr. "I wasn't married. I could have got someone into awful trouble."

"Never stopped me." M'sar bent to kiss D'miran's neck, tasting his skin, feeling the quick flutter of his pulse. "I'm gonna show you so much." His hand drifted up to press gently between the other man's legs.

D'miran drew in a swift breath as the slow-building heat suddenly flared up within him. Whatever excuses he'd made to himself, about following the Weyrlingmaster's instructions to prepare for mating flights and encouraging his classmate to study, were long forgotten. His body was responding instinctively in ways that were quite out of his hands, and his cheeks burned in mingled shame and excitement.

If they knew, back at the hold, that he was in his weyr with a holdless man, not just letting him touch but baring his throat, parting his legs to let his fingers explore...

"I want you to." He pushed back his chair from the desk, got to his feet, pulling M'sar up with him. "I want to know _everything_."

M'sar considered making him kneel right there, in front of the desk still scattered with wing formations. The idea was appealing, but lying on a soft bed sounded even better. "Gonna need more than one night to show you everything." M'sar kissed him again and then tugged him toward the sleeping area. "We can get a good start, though." He found that he liked the idea of coming back.

The brownrider tugged off his shirt and then pulled off D'miran's, letting them both fall to the floor as they approached the bed. M'sar admired his chest, his flushed cheeks. Shards, he loved coaxing a repressed holder into bed.

D'miran blushed even more deeply under his gaze. He'd got used to the weyrfolk's unconcerned attitude to nudity around the bathing rooms and the barracks, mostly, and not without great effort, but this was different. To be looked at so openly, with such frank appraisal, when he was in - the state he was in... Hardly daring to look at M'sar, he sat down on the bed, trying to cover his confusion, and hesitantly touched his belt. "Should I..."

M'sar licked his lips. "Yeah, strip for me." He tugged at his own belt. "Then you're gonna use your mouth on me."

"I...what?" He'd half wriggled out of his trousers, but stopped, looking up with his mouth open in a startled and unwittingly tempting expression. D'miran thought he knew what M'sar was talking about - he'd heard other men joking about it, back home - but he'd gathered it was deeply shameful, humiliating even, to take another man into your mouth like that. M'sar would surely tell the rest of the class, and anyone else who'd listen. Maybe holdless people didn't have those kinds of morals? Involuntarily, his gaze flicked to the brownrider's waist, and then away. "I thought...you would...I don't know how."

M'sar leaned forward and dug his fingers into D'miran's hair. "I'll tell you what to do." His voice was a caress with a slight edge to it, like the smooth touch of fingertips that might turn into the scrape of fingernails at any moment. "You wanna know everything, yeah?"

A shiver ran through D'miran's body. He wanted to. No matter the shame, he wanted to know what that voice promised. Back at the hold, before Elamith, it might have been different, but here, with his dragon's presence in his mind, reassuring him, he couldn't deny it even to himself. Wordless, he nodded.

Keeping his eyes on D'miran, M'sar pulled off the rest of his clothes. Then he got on the bed and laid back with one arm tucked behind his head. "You're gonna use your mouth on me for a bit, then I'll show you something else." Having fussy, proper D'miran under his control was so satisfying, and as eager as he was to get to the really good part, he wanted to savor this a little, too.

D'miran's jaw tightened in rebellious fury at the sight of M'sar lounging on the bed - _his_ bed! - naked and smirking while he openly touched himself. He'd have stormed out if he hadn't thought it would be even more undignified than staying...and for that frisson that ran through him at the thought of more to come. Something else... With dark eyes still fixed on M'sar and glaring, he knelt on the bed between the other weyrling's legs.

A surprised laugh escaped M'sar. "What's _that_ look for? Worried I'm gonna use your mouth and leave you hanging?" He leaned down enough to gently grip the bluerider's chin. "I'm selfish, but I _like_ making guys come. Before I leave, I'll make sure you come for me. Maybe more than once."

"Maybe." D'miran managed to find his voice, and a faint hint of his usual exasperation with M'sar. "It's only - you could look less satisfied about it."

The brownrider laughed harder. Then his dark gaze fixed on D'miran as he brushed his thumb over the bluerider's lower lip. "Lick me."

~*~Fade to black~*~

For a time he was dimly conscious only of his rapid heartbeat and short gasps for breath, but as they gradually slowed, other sensations returned. The sweat cooling on his skin and dampening his hair, the blissful lassitude of his limbs and the pleasurable ache deep within him, the heat and weight of M'sar's body on his and the sound of his breathing. Beneath it all, ever-present, was his bond with Elamith, and his dragon's joy that they'd shared something that felt so wonderful and new.

Distantly, he was aware of how completely he'd abandoned his dignity, how he'd begged and offered himself - but he was dazed enough that it didn't seem important yet. He summoned the strength to turn onto his side and shyly looked up to meet M'sar's gaze.

The brownrider pulled him into a slow, deep kiss. "You beg so pretty." He murmured against D'miran's lips as he wrapped an arm around his waist.

A flush rose to D'miran's cheeks as his own voice echoed in his head, revealing all of his longings - and to M'sar, of all people! He really had behaved shamelessly, but he couldn't even bring himself to move. He wanted to lie, spent, in M'sar's embrace, warm skin against his own...and he wanted his classmate to kiss him again. His color deepened. "Was it...all right?"

M'sar laughed. "All right? Shards, you almost made me come too soon. I love when a man begs like that." He rubbed gently at D'miran's back and kissed him again. The bluerider was considerably less annoying when he was bent over and taking it. Or when he was all shy and blushing in his arms. "I can stay. If you want." M'sar's cheeks heated a little at the hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Well, I could make you do another candlemark of formations..." Shells, was he actually flirting? D'miran could hardly believe his own words, which seemed to be coming from somewhere other than his rational brain. "But I'd rather - could we do...that...again?"

The brownrider's eyes lit eagerly. "Abso-feckin-lutely." The kiss this time was heated, and M'sar's hand slid down to cup D'miran's ass. "Could show you some more things, too."

"I did want to know everything." D'miran couldn't begin to imagine what more there could be, but if it was anything close to what he'd just experienced, he couldn't wait to find out. He sighed, instinctively moving closer, fitting his body to M'sar's. "This doesn't mean I like you, but I admit it, you are good at this."

M'sar knew he was good, but he liked hearing D'miran say it. "I've had lots of practice." He started kissing the bluerider's neck, enjoying how responsive he was. "Don't like you, either. But this time you bein' a good, obedient student is gonna work out real good for both of us."

"You know, obedience is usually considered a desirable trait, for a wingrider." D'miran wanted to argue, but he also liked M'sar's exploring hand, the touch of lips on his throat, and it softened his usual lecturing tone to a low murmur. "At least it's preferable to the opposite."

"Bein' naughty can be fun, too." M'sar wondered if the bluerider would blush every time M'sar looked at him tomorrow, and the thought filled him with smug satisfaction. He kissed his way up D'miran's jaw and murmured, "but we can talk about that later." His lips met the bluerider's and he rolled to put D'miran under him, desire rising at the hot press of their bodies. No need to rush, though. They had all night.

Last updated on the November 11th 2026

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Private Lessons: Obedient Student (3/3) (PG-17)