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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[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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan moans softly as Sin's lips mark the trail down there, and his jeans are starting to be uncomfortably tight.

[thewidewideworld]

He slows his touch and works his way back up to claim Athelstan's lips again. "I can go as far as you want me to, or stop at any point. Just tell me, okay? Tell me what pleasure you need."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I don't want you to stop", he says softly. "There's... a thing I'm not ready for, but..."

But, he doesn't want to say aloud because it would be unkind, Sin couldn't do that anyway.

[thewidewideworld]

"I know, I understand. Some experiences need to wait for their right time and place," He kisses Athelstan sweetly. "Or in your case, the right person. Will you let me touch you? Bring you to release with my hands, or my lips."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks into his eyes with trust and warmth.

"Yes", he whispers again, simply.

[thewidewideworld]

"Which would you prefer, sweet Athelstan?" He ask, kissing his way down Athelstan's chest again.

[athelstanthescribe]

"If", he says hesitantly, fingers tangling gently in Sin's hair, "if you want... your mouth?"

It's a lovely mouth, and he can already imagine the heat of it.

[thewidewideworld]

"I do." Sin takes his time, kissing his way down Athelstan's check, teasing nipples before making his way down to the waistband of his pants. "I will."

He eases Athelstan's fly open, taking it slow and letting Athelstan take it all in.

[athelstanthescribe]

He groans at the touch of Sin's hands on him, something he's only felt once in his life before.

"Yes..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin frees him from his pants with care, gently easing them down. Athelstan's cock is just as beautiful as he imagined and he can't help but nuzzle it. He breathes in Athelstan's scent - masculine and warm.

[athelstanthescribe]

He smells faintly of spices, from his favourite bath stuff, but under that is purely him.

"Sin", he whispers with desire, looking down at what he can see of the face. "Sinric."