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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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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is good at surrender and submission. He finds it easier, especially now, than being asked to take the lead.

"Yes", he says again, very softly. "Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws out the moment of anticipation, lapping and kissing warmly before finally biting down, sucking hotly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan gasps and trembles under him, but in the best way.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lays atop him, skin to skin. His slender body is hot and close as he marks Athelstan, pouring all his love and his passion into that single bite.

He leans back, catching Athelstan's eye. His own blaze hotly as he leans in again to lash the raised mark with the flat of his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds his gaze even as he leans in closer, and there's love and growing desire in his own eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whispers Athelstan's name as he laps at the dark red mark. His hands range slowly over Athelstan's chest, still focusing on the point of Athelstan's pulse.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands are beginning to roam as well, the one combing through Sinric's hair, the other on his shoulder and the top of his back.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans to the touch, his skin soft and hot under Athelstan's hands.

He kisses down slowly, exploring the breadth of his chest, the hollow of his collarbones. His palms gently skim over Athelstan's nipples.

[athelstanthescribe]

They harden under his touch, as Athelstan moves slightly in response.

"Anything you want", he whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

"All I have ever wanted." Sinric whispers, moving down Athelstan's chest to kiss the peaks of his hardening nipples. "Is you." He laps slowly, blowing cool are over them.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then for today", he murmurs back, "I'm all yours."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs warmly and keeps teasing Athelstan's nipples, one hand drifting up to brush over the red marks on either side of Athelstan's neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns to follow the hand at his neck as it moves.

"If anything were possible, what would you want?"

[thewidewideworld]

"You, inside me." Sinric whispers between teasing laps at Athelstan's nipples.

He lifts his hips ever so slightly to grind against him, moaning richly. "But in my mouth first."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan reaches out to tip Sinric's chin up, looking into his eyes again.

"Then try."

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan gasps, his head falling back against the pillow.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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