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Sin leads Athelstan outside, hand in hand. The sun has just set and the first stars are coming out. Sin draws him gently to an out of the way corner where the grass is soft and there's a view of the sky over the lake. "Here, lay down with me."

He stretches out on the grass, his white blouse riding up to reveal creamy flesh framed by his low slung jeans.

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Sin leans in, kissing the apex of the spiral he just drew at the midpoint between Athelstan's naval and his waistband. He can feel the heat on Athelstan, singing a breath from his skin so the vibrations play over his sensitised flesh.

"Feel the tide rising inside you." Sin urges, his own voice breathless and warm. "Feel the moon and the stars caress you. Feel the longing flow in your veins, warming every part of you. Feel the waves crash with unspoken desire. Feel it. Oh yes." Sin moans, his voice shaking with desires.

He's not sure he can bring this beautiful man to orgasm just like this but he wants to find out.

Oh yes, he can. With this inexperienced young man, in this sensitised state and on this beautiful night, he can.

"I feel it", he echoes dreamily, voice soft and rough with the flood of sensation. "And I feel you."

"Then feel me. Feel my heat, my desire for you." His runs his hands up Athelstan's arms, cupping his wrists and holding him in place again. He holds his chest mere millimetres away from Athelstan's, his body radiating with heat. "Feel me inside you, flooding every part of you. Worshipping at the altar of your body, slaking my thirst at the spring of your passion."

The only part of them touching is their hands and Sin presses them together, flexing with the cadence of his words and the rolling rhythm of thrusts. "Share with me your need, your joy. Cry your desires to the stars and let us fall together in passion."

He wants to touch Sin's chest, but his hands are being held down and the skin of palm against thin wrist is sensation enough.

Athelstan cries out, choked.

Sin moans, his grip tightening. "Yes, oh yes!" There's no doubt about the passion behind his sounds, his touch electric against Athelstan's skin.

He's not inside Sinric, there's at least three layers of cloth between them, but they might as well not be there at all.

"Kiss me?" he manages to say.

Sin smiles and presses their lips together like a blessing, like the ritual conclusion of some deep awakening. He relaxes his grip, smoothing his hands down Athelstan's arms to cup his cheeks. "Yes." It sounds like a promise and a gift all at once.

It's the final swell of sensation, the kiss and the touch on his hot skin, that send him over the edge into a racking orgasm.

Sin holds him through it, keeping his word he'd keep Athelstan grounded.

When the wave has broken and gone back out to sea, Sin lays down next to him and takes Athelstan in his arms. He rocks Athelstan against his bare chest and singing him down like a child.

It's the first time he's felt it, even by his own doing, and he shivers with the aftershocks of pleasure in Sin's arms.

Sin's arms are a protective circle around him, his song soft as he strokes Athelstan's back.

The drugs will be wearing off soon, adding a little more to the lethargy Athelstan might feel but will do him no harm other than that. A big glass of water and a nap and he'll be fine.

He's going to be wanting a bed soon, but the soft grass might be good enough. He leans into Sin's arms comfortably.

"Beautiful boy." Sin purrs, kissing the top of his head. He pulls his jacket over both of them, making a warm little tent of their bodies. "How do you feel?"

He's curled up like a child against Sin, and smiles.

"Like I never have before."

Sin smiles and brings him up into a very soft kiss. "Then you have begun your journey. And I'm honoured to be with you for your first steps."

"You knew how to make it happen. You and - and Ragnar."

He doesn't know what it is about Ragnar, but he can't imagine not knowing him now.

Sin chuckles softly, rubbing his nose against Athelstan's in a sweet little gesture. "I don't know that Ragnar knows that particular method but he does know a lot of other tricks for blowing one's mind, yes."

"I think you're right", he says, brushing his lips to Sin's nose. "Nothing's ever going to be the same."

"That's not a bad thing." Sin smiles, enjoying the little kisses. "Every expression helps us to grow." He brushes a gentle hand through Athelstan's hair.

"I can see their faces now."

But somehow, he doesn't care the way he would have only hours ago.

"Are you worried they'll shun you?" He asks softly.

"They probably will", Athelstan admits. "If they knew what we've just done..."

Sin's expression softens as he cups Athelstan's cheek "Are they really so judgemental? You laid under the stars while I sung to you. Nothing less, and so much more." He kisses Athelstan again, deeply and lovingly.

"It's the so much more they'll never understand." He kisses Sin back. "Did Ragnar tell you anything of what he saw?"

"Only that he found you beautiful, and unsuited to where you were." Sin returns his kisses, cuddled intimately close.