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]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin looks up at him and smile. "I don't often hear my full name."

He kisses the head of Athelstan's cock, teasing the softly leaking slit with the tip of his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

That gets a sound of pure sensation out of him.

"It's - an unusual name", he manages.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin hums and wraps his lips slowly around the head of Athelstan's cock, taking him little by little.

He strokes Athelstan's thighs, keeping him steady and letting him know he's safe.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's appreciated, though he stops trying to use words at this point, head tipping back against the roof in pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin takes it easy, pulling back a few times before he's ready to take Athelstan all the way to the root.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's everything he'd started to imagine and so much better.

"Oh - God - Sinric -"

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans around him to hear his name spoke with such passion. He teases his tongue up Athelstan's shaft, to lap at the underside of his cock and the little bundle of nerves there.

[athelstanthescribe]

Sin knows exactly what he's doing, and Athelstan is soon reduced to helpless, wordless pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin has a lot of practice and more than that, a lot of passion for bringing those he cares for pleasure. And he wants this to be prefect, knowing it's probably Athelstan's first time being pleasure like this.

He cups Athelstan's tender balls, bobbing his head in a slow, even rhythm.

[athelstanthescribe]

In this exact way, it is.

He moans at the added touch, hands tightening in Sin's hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin reaches up to cup Athelstan's hand, pressing it into his hair and letting him know it's okay to pull and guide with his hair.

He eases Athelstan back from the edge with slow licks and nibbles along his shaft before taking him deep again.

[athelstanthescribe]

That gets something between a gasp and a cry, and he wouldn't be able to stop himself pulling Sinric's hair if he tried.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin edges him up again, teasing him back to the edge by humming a turn, his throat vibrating around him.

He lifts his mouth from Athelstan, reaching up to stroke his fluttering stomach. "Don't hold back, sweet Athelstan. When you feel yourself falling over the edge, just let it happen. Let it overtake you. I have you."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I'm not - " He gasps. "I don't know how to - just let go."

But Sin can bring him there.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moves up to cup Athelstan's cheek, kissing him softly. "It's okay, beautiful Athelstan. Our bodies are geared to feel this, to enjoy this. Just let your instincts guide you."