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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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Hearing his native tongue spoken so lovingly spurs Sinric's passion and he moans richly. His inner muscles flutter, although he is in no rush to hasten this to an end.

Athelstan will keep this going as long as he can, if Sinric wants it that way. He holds Sinric's gaze as they move together.

Sinric's expression softens, warm and joyous. He reaches back to cup the underside of Athelstan's stones, massaging softly. To increase Athelstan's pleasure.

Athelstan moans softly in response, and he leans in to kiss Sinric once more.

"Tell me, when you're ready." He whispers between kisses.

"I don't know", Athelstan murmurs back. "Not quite yet."

"I'm all yours." Sinric promises, stroking Athelstan's neck softly. "And this feels so good."

"I'm glad." He leans into the touch, even as he keeps thrusting into Sinric's body.

Sinric moves to nibble on Athelstan's neck, nuzzling just behind his ear as he thrusts slowly but steadily.

"Sinric", Athelstan whispers, his desire increasing at the mouth on his neck.

He nips softly, careful not to mark him further but glad to do anything that makes his moan.

One of Athelstan's hands moves to Sinric's lower back, stroking at the same time as he presses him closer.

Sinric leans into him, whispering words of love and affection between kisses and nibbles on the side of his throat.

Likewise he can keep doing this for as long as it give Athelstan pleasure.

Athelstan keeps pushing up into him, trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible while this lasts.

No fear of that. Every thrust brings a little moan to Sinric's lips, a flush to his hot skin. There's no way to mistake Sinric's reaction as anything but arousal and joy.

Athelstan presses close to him, absorbing the heat off his skin.

"Soon?" he murmurs breathlessly.

"Soon." Sinric promises, reached down the massage Athelstan's stones again, just ahead of his hole.

That pushes Athelstan higher, as it was designed to do, and he gasps as his movements speed up.

"Yes, beloved." He whispers, nuzzling Athelstan's throat, rubbing him just so. "Yes."

Athelstan moans with desire and echoes, "Yes."

Sinric arches up, curling his spine just so to take Athelstan's thrusts to his seat of pleasure, clenching to milk the pleasure from Athelstan.

He's doing his very best to reach that seat of pleasure every time, and sits up a little more for a better angle.

Sinric's breathing gets more ragged, his touching and kisses a little more desperate as he seeks a peak for both of them.

"Sinric", Athelstan whispers again, voice rough but aimed at soothing, as he gets closer to that moment.

"Athelstan. I... I think I may..." He wasn't expecting to peak but now he feels it beginning to build.