Sinric the Wanderer

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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Ragnar softens his kisses, but gently scrapes the roughness of his fingers over Athelstan's smooth skin, remembering how a little pain deepens pleasure for him.

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It does, and his head tips back with a sigh of pleasure for them both.

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Sinric notices Athelstan's reaction to Ragnar's fingers and with experimental playfulness, gently runs his well trimmed nails over the inside of Athelstan's thigh as he takes him back in his mouth.

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Ragnar smiles at Sinric, and winks; his hands still wander over Athelstan's chest, and sides.

Then, he purposefully tweaks one nipple.

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He wasn't expecting it, his eyes half-closed, and they snap open with a sharp gasp and a whole-body muscle twitch.

And then he smiles, slow and desiring.

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With this new knowlage, Sinric moves faster, increasing the pressure of his pleasuring. He sucks Athelstan deeper, hands flat on Athelstan's hips to hold him still as Ragnar teases him.

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Ragnar tweaks the other nipple, then dips his head to bite it.

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Ragnar knows what he's doing, and it's a good thing Sinric's hands are there as Athelstan moves involuntarily.

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Athelstan's bucking doesn't trouble him, in fact he likes feeling the passion spike through Athelstan.

But the biting knocks him out of his good head-space, a little too near what was done to him and his breath catches, causing him to cough.

He pulls off Athelstan and shifts back on the bed, hand over his mouth and hair over his face as he tries to quell a sudden wave of panic.

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Ragnar notices at once and looks up; he offers a hand to Sinric, inviting him into his arms to take a break from whatever just put him off.

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Athelstan opens his eyes again, more slowly, and focuses on them.

"Sinric?"

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"Forgive me." He whispers, eyes closed as he tries to slow down his breathing. "I don't mean to-" a little sob bubbles up his throat. " I'll be alright in a moment."

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"Sinric," Ragnar says, as gently as he can be. "What is it? You can tell us, and don't have to carry on."

He can bring off Athelstan soon enough if needed, so he won't have to stay stiff and unfulfilled.

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"There's nothing to forgive", Athelstan says quietly. "If you suffer, you... we don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

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"I do. I do want to be with you. It will pass, I promise." He reaches back to take Ragnar's hand, touching Athelstan's leg.

He moves back to them, needing their touch to ground him now that the moment has passed. "It is nothing, I'm sorry to have spoiled your mood so."

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"This is for you," Ragnar says, softly. "You do what you want to and feel like; you can be with us and just watch while I bring Athelstan his fulfilment, if you'd rather."

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"Would you tell us what it was?" Athelstan asks just as softly. "Then we won't do that again."

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He shakes his head, one hand covering his still badly bruised breasts. "I have no right to deprive you of something that brings your pleasure. I know in my mind Ragnar would never hurt you with biting but-" he covers his mouth again, stifling another attack.

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"Oh Sinric," Ragnar says, very contrite. "I'm sorry -- I'm an idiot! Athelstan will tell you I'm an idiot sometimes!"

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"You have every right", Athelstan says, quiet and firm, "not to be distressed so while you're with us. I can take that pleasure at other times, when you aren't here."

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