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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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides his finger inside Athelstan, thrusting deep inside to aim for that sweet spot.

[athelstanthescribe]

He finds it quickly, and there's a groan deep in Athelstan's throat as the two of them together push him over the edge.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric swallows and licks, kissing Athelstan's thighs to ease him down from the edge. "Beautiful." He whispers, looking up at them both.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls out his finger only once he is sure Athelstan is well and truly done, kissing him all the while.

"Thank you," he says to Sinric, smiling into his eyes.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is slowly remembering what words are.

"Yes. Thank you."

[thewidewideworld]

"Hush." Sinric smiles and gets out of the way to let them embrace properly, sipping ale to cleanse his mouth.

He perches on the end of the bed, enjoying the view of the lovers as he nibbles on a strawberry. He lets the warmth of them soothe him. This was good and what he needed.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is kissing and stroking Athelstan through the afterglow, all his attention on his lover; he's not leaving Sinric out, but Athelstan in this state is so sweet and moving to him, especially this time, as he is more fully in control of himself than usually, when they find their peak together.

And from Sinric's reaction he can see that seeing them as a pair of lovers doesn't make him feel left out, it makes him feel safe.

He's far too concentrated on Athelstan, though, to wonder much about the odd and jarring mix of the sexual and the parental in their relationship with Sinric that turns up in this way once again. This, apparently, is how Sinric wants it.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan does spare some glances for Sinric, checking on him, but what he sees quickly reassures him enough to send his attention back to Ragnar, and their kisses and touches.

[thewidewideworld]

He sings for them then, and for himself; a soft, warm tune perfect for laying in lover's arms. His eyes half closed, he sings because it feels right, and because he enjoys it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's touches are becoming slower and more lazy as the lassitude of pleasure finally gets the better of him, but he keeps Athelstan wrapped closely in his arms, and his mouth on his skin.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric", Athelstan says drowsily, holding out an arm to him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric goes gratefully into those arms, feeling sleep tug at his own senses. "May I lay with you a while?" He asks softly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar reaches out to touch Sinric as well, adding his comfortable embrace to Athelstan's.

"As long as you want," he says.

[athelstanthescribe]

"We'd never leave you in the cold, when you're here in the room", Athelstan adds, drawing the three of them into a comfortable pile.

[thewidewideworld]

He tucks himself between them, smiling warmly as they make room for him. He trades kisses with both of them, whispering his thanks.

It had been hard to have someone behind him since the attack, a ghost of panic. But this time he feels okay, safe with Athelstan's hard but small body against his back and his head tucked against Ragnar's broad chest.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is broad and strong and a bit hairy and rather scarred, but oddly comfortable for that. He's had all sorts of people sleeping on him, and knows to make them feel safe.

He does so now, quite unconsciously.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's been a pillow for small children often enough.

Athelstan leans into the two of them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric wraps himself in their warmth and, at peace for the first time since the attack, falls asleep.