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[thewidewideworld]

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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]

"Sinric", he whispers, almost there, so close...

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can feel the spring inside him, too tight to control, too close to pull back.

He cries Athelstan's name, his body clenching tight as a wave of pleasure overcomes him.

[athelstanthescribe]

That's the final pulse Athelstan needed, to drive him the last little bit of the way.

His own cry is wordless.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's is breathlessly sweet, high and bright. He looks into Athelstan's eyes, unable to look away for wonder and love.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds his gaze with determination as they ride it out together.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric catches himself on his hands, falling forward as the last of the wave leaves him. Panting and washed out by the sensation he trembles, his eyes bright with joy.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan wraps his arms around him, steadying him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and leans into his embrace - warm and bubbly and infectious with happiness.

[athelstanthescribe]

It really is infectious, and though Athelstan's smile is smaller and quieter than it once was, it's there.

[thewidewideworld]

"Beloved Athelstan." He whispers and rubs his nose softly against Athelstan's.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric", he returns, with no need to echo the word beloved. It's all there in his voice.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses him, a soft and brushing kiss before carefully lifting himself off Athelstan to snuggle at his side and embrace him.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands stroke down his skin, then he returns the embrace.

"Lovely Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs warmly, his own fingers tracing soft patterns over Athelstan's skin. He smiles very warmly, content as a cat to be safe in Athelstan's arms.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

"If you do. I'm quite happy just here." He smiles.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then we can just lie a while", Athelstan says with gentle contentment for once, "and let it happen."

[thewidewideworld]

"I like the sound of that." He snuggles close, singing softly under his breath as he rests his head on Athelstan's shoulder.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan relaxes into silence, listening to his song.

[thewidewideworld]

It soothes him to sing, almost as soothing as his song is to others. He runs his hand rhythmically over Athelstan's chest.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan shifts into the touch, comforted as Sinric intends him to be.

[thewidewideworld]

The raking light of the rising sun, the glow of pleasure inside him and the warmth of Athelstan at his side is all the joy Sinric could ever ask for. A perfect moment.

{ooc: shall we fade soon?}

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: I think fade there works!]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: lovely. Thank you!}