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]

"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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Reluctantly, Athelstan pulls back just a little bit so he can get his shirt off over his head.

"Do you want your tights off?" he asks as he returns his mouth to Sinric's skin.

[thewidewideworld]

"Only if you want that, beautiful Athelstan. Only if you want to see all of me." He runs his hands over Athelstan's back, alternating between massaging and caresses.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks up to meet Sin's eyes.

"You'd be the one revealing yourself."

[thewidewideworld]

He slides the tights down and away, revealing more cream coloured skin and a small, but not tiny cock, ruby piercings at below the head and at the base. Behind it is nothing but scar tissue, hairless and smooth.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan keeps one hand on Sin's breast, while the other slips down to the newly revealed skin.

There's no revulsion in his face, only innocent curiosity.

[thewidewideworld]

"Because of this," Sin parts his legs to touch the ragged scar. "I don't react quite the same sexually. I don't retain an erection for long and I very, very rarely reach orgasm. In fact Ragnar's one of the few people who can get me off every time. But I feel pleasure the same as anyone, just differently."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Perhaps Ragnar can teach me how, in time", he says softly. "But until then, I'll just bring you pleasure."

[thewidewideworld]

"Athelstan, your smile brings me pleasure. Anything more than that is just greed on my behalf." He pulls Athelstan into a slow kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan goes into it willingly, pressing himself full length against Sinric, though his lower half is still clothed.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin molds against him, feeling every part of Athelstan, skin and cloth and heat and nearness. "Will you let me bring you pleasure too, sweet Athelstan?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan says hoarsely, kissing him yet again. "Yes. Please."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's kisses ease down Athelstan's neck, exploring the soft skin of his throat and collarbone as his hands move over Athelstan's sides and back. He kisses down to one sweet nipple, lavishing it with kisses and soft laps of his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan rolls them over, slowly enough not to interrupt the pleasure, putting Sin above him and himself completely at Sin's disposal.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moves with him, respecting what Athelstan is offering and asking for. He kneels over Athelstan, one hand resting on his cheek as he teases those little peaks into hardness, breathing hot and cold air over them in turn.

[athelstanthescribe]

He gasps at every touch and tease, his face turning into Sin's hand as his lips seek skin.

"I... yes... please..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin presses his thumb to Athelstan's lips, offering him something to kiss, to suck if he wants it.

His kisses trail lower, tracing the shape and form of Athelstan's sweet body - the sweep of his ribs, the curve of his stomach and down the tease the shell of his navel with the tip of his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

He accepts the thumb, teeth nipping and tongue playing over it as the need strikes him.

His body arches gently towards Sin's mouth, his muscles jumping where it touches.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin little nips make Sin groan, unable not to imagine the feeling of those lips on his cock. He kisses down further still, nuzzling the very fine trail of hair leading to Athelstan's waistband.