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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]

Athelstan's words make the breath catch in his throat and he turns to face Athelstan, the bottle hanging loosely in his hand.

Words fail him and he swallows to speak -

And then Ragnar's ale spills over his fingers and Sinric can't help but giggle, the spell of overwhelming silence broken by it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Don't mind me," Ragnar says, licking foam off the neck of the bottle before taking the top between his lips to suck off even more of the escaping white liquid.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns to look at him and laughs helplessly.

"Ragnar, you're hopeless."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles too but can't help but notice the suggestive way Ragnar's lips grace the lip of the bottle.

Desire colours everything he sees and he sips his drink again, hoping to cool his fever long enough to think straight.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar drinks deeply, then puts the bottle down.

"It stopped erupting," he says, "as they all eventually do. Even you, Athelstan."

He picks the bottle up again, licks over the top, and drinks again.

"And there's more where that came from."

He licks his lips again, and slides his eyes to Athelstan, and to Sinric.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns back to Sinric, reaching out to him without quite touching.

"You take the lead", he says softly. "And at any time, you can stop it all."

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar's sly playfulness puts him at ease and he laughs, stepping into Athelstan's touch.

"I would like very much for you to kiss me. Please?" He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Athelstan's lips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar looks at them, still suckling on his beer bottle.

They are both very lovely.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's touch is gentle and undemanding, and so is his kiss. Passion can come later, if Sinric wants it, but all things in their time.

[thewidewideworld]

The kiss warms Sinric to the core, sighing softly as his hands creep to Athelstan's hips, resting there.

He breaks off with a dreamy look, his cheeks flushed as he looks over to Ragnar. He smiles and steps to him, taking the bottle from his lips to kiss him softly too.

It's his way of telling them he's ready, he's grateful and glad of them.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kisses him back, his lips tasting of ale.

He steps closer, so they can stand in a triangle, close to each other.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan takes both their hands, looking at Sinric.

"How do you feel, in yourself?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm not sure." He confesses softly. "I know my body- I'm not healed enough for... To be entered but I desire...I desire so much." His words come short with breath.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar still has his beer bottle in his hand; he brings it up to his lips and drinks a few sips, ponderously.

He licks over the rim, and smiles at Sinric.

"What you desire, you shall have."

[athelstanthescribe]

"We're at your disposal - Ragnar, honestly."

Athelstan can't help laughing at him.

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar's silliness makes Sinric laughs too, keeping him from falling too deep into worry or seriousness.

He takes the bottle from Ragnar, pressing his lips to the smooth glass neck. "You make me desire to lick you that way, Earl Ragnar." His voice is thick and warm.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And me, you," Ragnar says, smiling back at him.

He reaches out to pull Athelstan into the embrace.

"You can have my beer if I can have something else to suckle."

He smiles from one to the other -- not putting pressure on Sinric to let him do that, of course! He'll just as happily to it to Athelstan.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan takes a swallow from his own beer as he's tugged in.

"Sinric, do you...?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to draw Athelstan in, or possibly to move himself so Athelstan isn't at his back. As good as he's feeling, he's still edgy about having someone behind him.

He looks to Athelstan, setting the bottle down on the table. "I think so. I hope so. I want to try at least." He draws Athelstan into another kiss.

He turns back to Ragnar "Will you permit me to pleasure you, my lord?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I will, if that is what you want," Ragnar says. "And I might do the same to Athelstan, and he to you, if you want?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"If it's what you want", Athelstan echoes. "The last thing we want is for you to feel overwhelmed."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles sadly and takes Athelstan's face in his hands. "I can't promise I'm ready for the pleasure I know you can bring me. But I would be very glad of your touch."

He draws Athelstan into a kiss and smoothes his hands over the hem of his tunic, drawing it up slowly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gently puts his arms around them both, sloppily kissing each of hem in turn, or maybe even both.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan returns the kisses, letting Sinric undress him at his own speed.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws a little to let them kiss as he gently pulls open Athelstan's shirt and pushes it back.

He lowers himself to his knees and begins on the laces of Ragnar's pants, his hands smoothing slowly over the fabric that covers his thighs and hips, not touching more yet.