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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric knocks on Athelstan's door, a picnic basket on his arm and Ragnar at his side. Still warm from the sun, he leans a little against Ragnar. "I hope we won't disturb his reading."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric knows the places that can bring a man pleasure, for he has little snail is too small to serve. He massages the place that makes Ragnar moan as he tastes Athelstan's manhood, taking him deeper into his mouth.

He stretches out between them, his legs brushing against theirs for more contact.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans, clinging to Athelstan and kissing him desperately.

He wants more, but has no idea what that would be. It's an odd feeling, but he enjoys it.

He may be whimpering a little, with need.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan hums against Ragnar's lips, soothing.

"Patience, my lord", he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws off Athelstan to touch his lips to the head of Ragnar's manhood, tasting the desire that beads there. His soft lips envelop Ragnar, taking him in as he reaches to tease his fingertips along Athelstan's length.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar groans softly with pleasure. "This won't -- last long!" he warns, gasping.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan arches against Sinric's hand, pulling Ragnar close against him.

"It will last as long as it lasts."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws to kiss the head of Ragnar's cock, gripping the base of it to keep him from the edge. "I can stop if you wish it, my lord. But the night is young and there are many paths to pleasure."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Do what you think best," Ragnar says, catching his breath just a little. "Your call - your night! Make good use of me."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan agrees, catching his breath while Sinric pays attention to Ragnar. "Tonight is all about you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric considers for a long moment, looking from one to the other before deciding.

This time he turns all his attention and skills on Ragnar. His lips encase Ragnar's prick as his tongue presses and teases at the base of his head. And his fingers cup and fondle his balls, seeking once again that bundle of nerves just behind them. He lets one finger stray further still to tease over the rim of his hole.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a helpless little whimper of pleasure, and opens his legs wider.

He's kissing Athelstan hungrily and happily.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is more than happy to kiss him, even as his hand roams lightly over Sinric's skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar's sounds bring him the thrill of pleasure, knowing he has the power to bring this powerful man such joy. He draws off long enough to make his finger wet before returning his lips to Ragnar's staff. Teasing softly, he eases his finger inside Ragnar as he takes the earl to the hilt and into his throat.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is moaning and stammering; there is 'yes' in what he's saying, and both their names, and perhaps a strong expletive or two, but mostly, he's incoherent.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's quite something to see Ragnar reduced to that state, when he's coherent himself enough to appreciate it.

[thewidewideworld]

With his other hand resting at the base of Ragnar's balls as he works his finger deeper, Sinric can feel how close to the edge Ragnar is.

He draws it out, using his grip to ease Ragnar back a little, letting his surging breath steady before edging him on.

There is so much in having this power. In being utterly in control by bringing such pleasure. It reminds him who he is, more than a passive object to be used and cast away but an apostle of the art of joy.

The thought makes him laugh as he takes Ragnar deeply, his happiness vibrating through Ragnar's core.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is whimpering, begging, cursing, and imploring both their names.

Sinric has him well and truly in hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's lips brush his, never more than a breath away.

"Soon, my lord Ragnar."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric glances up to catch Athelstan's eye, shining with an inner strength regained.

And then he lets Ragnar have his wish. With a swift curl of his finger, a gently press just so behind his balls and a tightening of his lips, he pushed Ragnar to the surging edge and over it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

With a great shout, Ragnar spills himself copiously into Sinric's mouth, in several hot, salty spurts, arching and groaning until he is utterly spent.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan beams in open delight to see that look in Sinric's eyes again, then leans over to kiss Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

The taste triggers a flash of memory but he swallows it down, along with Ragnar's release in several small gulps. He licks the earl's staff clean, breathing a little rough.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Well, that was..." Ragnar finally manages to say.

He turns his head for another kiss with Athelstan.

[athelstanthescribe]

He gets it, and then Athelstan lifts his head to look at Sinric's face.

"Are you all right?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and gives him a quick smile before getting up to take a swig of the left over ale.

The sense memory attached to the taste in his mouth hasn't ruined his good mood but it does take a moment to deal with. As he stands with his back to them, he takes his time, finding a bag of cherries in the picnic basket and bringing it back with him. He knows it's unfair to make Athelstan wait but he needs a moment to catch his balance.