AU week - telling the tale.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin takes Athelstan's hand and leads him through a door and then another, and up a narrow flight of stairs that seem to be hidden in the walls. To another door that looks like it should be locked but isn't. (Or isn't locked anymore.)

The journey leads them into the roof and a flatish section of tiles where they can sit and look out over the lake, protected from the breeze.

"Come, sit with me." Sin strolls across the tiles, sure as a mountain goat till he finds a good spot to sit with their backs against a chimney.

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[thewidewideworld]

"It's all yours." Sin promises, opening himself to the kiss. His hand rest warm and safe on Athelstan's lower back, the other stroking the curls at the nape of his neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands are roaming lightly over Sin's face and neck as he presses the kiss deeper, experimenting.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin doesn't push but lets Athelstan take him, explore him. He answers the kisses in kind, moaning softly into them.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's not ready to take things the whole way yet, and wants Ragnar to be the first to take him there, but there's plenty they can do before that.

Alternating between deep slow kisses and small teasing ones, he murmurs after a while, "Can I undress you?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh yes!" Sin groans, his grip on Athelstan tightening at the thought. "Please?"

[athelstanthescribe]

His hands go to the top buttons of Sin's dress by way of answer.

"I want to see all of you."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm yours to see." Sin smiles, moving onto his back a little to give Athelstan greater access to his clothes.

Underneath the little dress, Sin is wearing a pair of printed tights and gold filigree nipple shields in place of the ruby studs.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan peels off the dress, then runs his hands gently over Sin's legs, his sides, and up to his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans softly, arching into the touch. His breasts are sensitive and warm, his cock filling a little as Athelstan's hands brush over them.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Where do you want me to touch you?" Athelstan asks, dipping his head for another kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

"Anywhere. Everywhere." Sin chuckles richly between kisses. "But my breasts have always been wonderfully sensitive and your hands are so warm."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then we'll start there."

Tenderly, he lifts the nipple guards away, letting his hands linger as he does.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin helps him unhook the bar from through his nipples and sets them aside, moaning deeply as Athelstan's hands brush his hot skin. "Yes, oh please, sweet Athelstan."

[athelstanthescribe]

With that done, and Sin's breasts bared to him completely, he begins to caress them with his whole hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Small but full, they fit perfectly into Athelstan's hand. Sin's eyes fall closed, one arm flung carelessly above his head as he strokes Athelstan's back with the other. He breathes ragged and warm, whispering Athelstan's name.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan cups each breast, rubbing fingers and thumb over them, and bends his head to join his mouth to Sin's again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin whimpers helplessly, the passion and pleasure he feels spilling over into the kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Tell me what you want", Athelstan murmurs against his lips, then moves downward to his throat.

[thewidewideworld]

"Just this, beautiful Athelstan. Your hands, your lips, your passion." He tilts his head back, giving Athelstan his throat. "Your skin, your joy, your shining heart."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I want to know what pleases people. To give back what's given to me." He stretches out to his full length, and his mouth slowly trails down towards Sin's chest.

[thewidewideworld]

"That's- oh gods, a very good start." Sin moans, not at all subtly guiding Athelstan's lips towards his nipples. "Men and woman both take great pleasure from- oh yes."

[athelstanthescribe]

"From being touched here?" A long lick to heated skin. "Or here?" And his mouth closes on a nipple.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin would answer but moaning is somewhat more important right now. He runs his hands through Athelstan's curls, keeping his touch light with great effort.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan keeps his hands moving, and tries out what effect he can get from applying his tongue, and just the edge of his teeth.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sin's voice - his soft moans and his sharp gasps guide him. He runs restless hands over Athelstan's back, pulling at his shirt, wanting skin to touch. "Oh! Oh yes. Beautiful Athelstan, just like that."

Beneath the tights, he's hardening slowly.