Sinric the Wanderer

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

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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.

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

Sinric has him well and truly in hand.

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

"Soon, my lord Ragnar."

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

He turns his head for another kiss with Athelstan.

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

"Are you all right?"

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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.

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"Sinric," Ragnar says, woozily, holding out his hand for him. "Let me thank you for this; it was really good!"

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Athelstan sits up, smiling.

"Now what are you going to do with those?"

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He comes back to sit on the end of the bed, offering them the cherries with a little bowl for the pips. "Share them." He smiles, delicately pipping one with a sharp nail and offering to two halves to each of them before taking one for himself.

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Ragnar is feeling silly, so he takes one half-split cherry between his lips and challenges Athelstan with a wink to come take the other half that is hanging loose.

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He's got one of his own, but quickly chews and swallows it before coming over to meet Ragnar's challenge.

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Their silliness makes him smile and he pips another and sucks on it, letting the juice stain his lips.

He leans up to kiss Ragnar's cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed that. Athelstan, may I pleasure you next?" When they're ready, of course.

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"While I hold you and kiss you and watch you unravel," Ragnar adds.

He likes the idea. And reaches for another cherry.

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"As I've just done for you." He meets Sinric's eyes. "Whenever you're ready."

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Sinric takes a last cherry before moving to kiss and stroke Athelstan's thigh. He focuses himself in bringing Athelstan back to hardness with slow, gently nuzzles and kisses.

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Ragnar holds Athelstan in his arms and kisses him, keeping a curious eye on what Sinric is doing.

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Athelstan gasps softly as Sinric begins, his attention divided between that and Ragnar.

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Sinric keeps his touches light; a kiss to the head of Athelstan's prick, rubbing his cheek again the shaft as he buries his nose in the soft curls, his fingers caressing and fondling.

He loves the way Athelstan smells, so clean and warm but masculine. He loves the hard muscles of his abs and the slope of his hips, his free hand ranging over the skin.

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