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Sinric carries his bundle upstairs, side by side with Athelstan. They slip through the new invisible door into the solar, it's lighthouse like windows looking out onto the bar's forest and grounds.

The Bar has read their minds and set the room up accordingly - with a long low padded bench for Athelstan to lay on while Sinric massages him. The lights are low, the glass tinted to give the room a warm, protective feel.

And a basket in the corner for Athelstan's dog and his bone.

Sinric sets up the incense the bar gave him - an eastern blend that Sinric has always found deeply soothing. He plugs his little music player into the speakers and sets it to play the soft chanting music of the Buddhist temple in the Sinese Empire.

He holds a hand out to Athelstan and draws him close, offering him a warm hug if he wants it before gesturing for him to undress.

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Sinric's eyes meet Athelstan's, warmly passionate but gentle. Grateful but not pushing. He turns to kiss Athelstan's fingertips. "Beloved."

He leaning in to kiss down Athelstan's chest slowly, hands moving in to half caress, half massage as he moves into Athelstan's stomach.

Athelstan lies back slowly, focusing on the sensations as a way to help himself relax.

Sinric takes his time, lavishing the flat of Athelstan's stomach and navel before moving down to his groin.

He massages the pressure points in the creases of Athelstan's thighs as he noses the curls around the base of Athelstan's manhood, slowly rubbing his hot cheek against his shaft.

Despite his best intent, his body tenses at that, hips arching against Sinric's cheek - and though arousal doesn't come easy for him now, it's beginning.

Sinric mummers a soft assurance, stroking down Athelstan's thigh as he presses kisses to the base of Athelstan's manhood, taking it slow.

"Don't be disappointed", he murmurs, "if it happens slowly. And don't give up."

Sinric smiles up at him. "Never fear that I would give up on you." He promises, returning to open mouth kisses moving slowly up and down Athelstan's shaft.

Athelstan gasps, his head falling back against the pillow.

Sinric slides a hand back up Athelstan's thighs, fingers coming to curls gently around Athelstan's stones, massaging and cupping them slowly as his kisses move to the head of Athelstan's manhood.

Athelstan whispers his name, the hand on Sinric's shoulder straying around to his breasts.

Sinric moans, his sensitive nipples hardening to the touch. His breath quickens as his kisses to Athelstan's manhood grow wetter and hotter.

This only helps Athelstan along and encourages him, his fingers straying over the delicate skin.

Sinric takes the head of Athelstan's manhood between his lips, teasing his slit slowly.

Athelstan groans, his head falling back again - though his hand stays where it is.

Sinric purrs and takes him deeper, stroking the underside of his jewels.

Few men could feel that and not respond at all, and Sinric is getting somewhere now.

Sinric takes his time, easing and teasing to draw to Athelstan's pleasure as high as he can. He strokes Athelstan's thigh, watching his beloved's face.

Athelstan's face looks - peaceful isn't the right word, but as if he's forgetting his pain, just for now.

It's a beautiful sight to behold and Sinric revels in it. Even as he takes Athelstan all the way into his throat. He purrs deeply, making sure Athelstan feels it to his core.

Athelstan makes a soft sound at that and his hands slide across Sinric's breasts.

Sinric makes just as soft a sound of pleasure, his nipples hardening swiftly. He arches up, his tongue twisting around the head of Athelstan's manhood.

He draws back, still massaging the underside of Athelstan's balls. "Will you allow me the pleasure of riding you, beloved."

Athelstan peers down at his own body, judging.

"Is it... is it enough?"

"If you feel ready?" Sinric asks, reaching for the oil and slicking himself with practised swiftness.

"If you want it", he says quietly, "I am ready."

"I want you." Sinric purrs, re-slicking his hand to stroke Athelstan. He wants this to be as easy and comfortable as possible for both of them.