Sinric the Wanderer

"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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Yes, Ragnar thinks that Athelstan is very lovely as well, so he starts stroking his upper body, callused hands roaming over shoulders and chest, teasing nipples.

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He enjoys both equally, Ragnar's rough hands and Sinric's soft skin, and he's never been the sole object of this much attention before.

Suddenly, he knows how Sinric felt when it was overwhelming for him.

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Sinric smiles up at them, watching Ragnar's attentive touch and using it to set his pace as he takes Athelstan gently into his mouth. At first the stays there, still, just warming him with little flicks of his tongue but then starts to move slow, taking him a little deeper each time.

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Ragnar looks into Sinric's eyes and smiles, winking at him before dipping his head and kissing Athelstan very deeply once more.

His hands keep roaming.

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Athelstan groans into Ragnar's mouth, giving himself over to the two of them and whatever they might do.

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Sinric is slower with Athelstan, building his need touch by touch and step by step rather than rushing him to the edge and drawing him back as he did with Ragnar.

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Ragnar sees what Sinric is doing and slows his touches as well, making them warm and loving rather than demanding.

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Athelstan relaxes into the touches, making small soft sounds from time to time as one or other of them finds a particular spot.

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Sinric releases Athelstan's cock from his mouth, stroking him slowly as his kisses range deeper. He moves one of Athelstan's legs onto his shoulder as he sucks lightly on his balls, lapping behind them.

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