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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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[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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gasps at the touch; and while he keeps kissing Athelstan, he can't keep from running his large, callused hands over Athelstan's skin that Sinric had just uncovered.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans into both the hands and the kisses, smiling against Ragnar's lips as he watches Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lowers Ragnar's pants and helps him out of his shoes before pushing them off.

He shifts slightly on his knees to begin the same on Athelstan, his small hand moving over the flat of Athelstan's thigh as he pushes his pants away.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar rises to the occasion right away, the idea of standing bare from the waist down oddly arousing.

His hands now roam over Athelstan's buttocks.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks down at Sinric, his fingers just brushing Sinric's shoulders.

"How do you want this?" he asks softly.

[thewidewideworld]

"I truly don't know." He answers, kissing the curve of Athelstan's hip before rising to look at them both. He moves to Ragnar to help him out of his shirt, still fully dressed himself.

"Perhaps if we move to the bed?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Bed sounds just about right," Ragnar agrees.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Let's", Athelstan says with a nod, reaching to lead Sinric that way. "And we can touch you as well, if you'll allow."

[thewidewideworld]

"I would like that, for you to touch me. I'll try- if I shy away, please don't think I don't- I trust you, both of you." Words fumble and trip as he speaks.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We will see what you enjoy, and what you can't yet bear, and only keep to what you enjoy," Ragnar nods. "We know you trust us."

[athelstanthescribe]

"You must tell us", Athelstan says, "the moment it starts to be too much."

[thewidewideworld]

"I will." He promises, stepping back from them.

He undresses slowly, self-consciously. Since the attack, he has lost so much of his natural grace, the awareness of his beauty. He moves coltishly, half covering the parts of himself most damaged. He need to be reminded that he is beautiful.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar watches him. "Sinric," he says, softly, smiling at him.

The effect this has on him is very clear in the way his prick straightens and lengthens on his belly. He will never not find those lush nipples, that perky little snail of a pricklet, desirable and beautiful -- even with bruises remaining.

If anything, the bruises make him feel protective and tender, and awaken the wish to kill Leo with extreme prejudice.

He licks his lips, watching.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan watches with the same very visible desire.

"You are still so lovely."

[thewidewideworld]

"I feel like spoilt fruit. Like a bruised peach." He whispers, kneeling on the edge of the bed. The desire in their eyes is heartening. As is the way their bodies call to him.

He breathes slowly to steady himself before reaching to take their hands. "Will you touch me? Please?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh yes," Ragnar says; he leans forward to touch Sinric's throat, his shoulder, slides his callused finger down over his nipples and touches the tip of his pricklet.

As he does so, he dips his head and briefly licks over a nipple.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Those who care for you see beyond that, and the bruises will fade soon enough and leave no sign."

Athelstan comes forward to touch as well.

[thewidewideworld]

He flinches a little when Ragnar touches his throat. That's still a sore point for him, even as it heals. But Ragnar's other touches warm him and make him groan.

He reaches for Athelstan, needing the steadiness of the smaller man. He draws Athelstan into a kiss.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

While Sinric is kissing Athelstan, Ragnar very gently keeps licking Sinric's nipples, and stroking his pricklet with one careful finger.

Even if it's still limp, it will feel pleasure -- and it's not hurt, as those guards most likely didn't even know it existed.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan takes Sinric in his arms as best he can without displacing Ragnar, and kisses him tenderly.