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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 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.

"Good", Athelstan urges him on softly.

He throws his head back, deliberately angling his hips to feel Athelstan's thrusts most keenly.

Athelstan keeps doing his part, aiming for the sweet spot each time, his eyes fixed on Sinric's face.

Sinric holds Athelstan's eye as long as he can, moaning with every thrust. He massages Athelstan's stones, wanting them to come over the edge together. "Athelstan, beloved, please?"

Athelstan is trying very hard to push himself to the edge, seeing what Sinric wants.

"I... just a little longer..."

"I'll wait. I'll-" he gasps softly, trying to convince himself as much as Athelstan.

He's trying, and Athelstan gets a little closer seeing it.

"Soon", he promises hoarsely.

"I'm with you." Sinric moans, his hips moving faster. "Beloved."

"You're ahead of me, I'm afraid..." He knows Sinric can't help it any more than he can, and he presses in for a kiss.

He reaches back, fingers pressing insistently at the little bundle of nerves between the rear of Athelstan's stones, hoping to bring his beloved to peak.

Athelstan gasps and begins to move more urgently inside Sinric. Apparently, that worked.

Sinric knows how to bring a man to pleasure. It feels like cheating to use it on Athelstan but he wants Athelstan's pleasure, wants it so badly.