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 drinks in the lovely sight of him and steps closer, reaching to run his hands down Sin's sides.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin lets out a small, soft moan, his ass lifted as he presses back against Athelstan.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's naked and aroused, but this isn't familiar enough ground for him to know what to do - except what his instincts are telling him, that is.

He pulls Sin closer, kissing his neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and grinds against him slowly, moving so Athelstan's arousal slides between his cheeks.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan presses even closer, taking one of the towels out of Sin's hands and finding it big enough, wraps it around them both.

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" Sin whispers, his voice rough with lust. "Just-" he grinds back again, rubbing his ass against Athelstan's cock.

[athelstanthescribe]

He can't say no, not when Sin sounds like that and does that.

"Guide me", he whispers hoarsely, and moves them gradually towards the bed.

[thewidewideworld]

"You don't have to-" Sin pants, kneeling on the edge of the bed, pulling Athelstan with him to press against Sin's back. "You don't have to fuck me, if you're not ready. But please, please just- I want to feel you!" He sounds so needy as he pulls one of Athelstan's hands to his breast.

[athelstanthescribe]

He moves his hand - to caress, not to pull it away - and presses close against him.

"I'll give you what you want. And I... might be ready. We'll find out."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin chuckles roughly. "Don't let me push you, beautiful Athelstan. I'm a needy little bitch some times but don't let me push you."

He nods to the lube on the night stand. "Will you- would you finger me?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes, I... I can do that." He reaches for the bottle, squeezing some onto his hands.

[thewidewideworld]

"Just one to start." He guide softly, his voice breathless with effort not to beg Athelstan to fuck him.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Just one." He slips his hand between Sin's legs, seeking his entrance.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin spreads his knees a little wider, keening softly as Athelstan's hand moves towards his opening. He's more than half hard, showing just how needy he is right now.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Show me the way", Athelstan murmurs, stroking over skin until he finds what he wants, and one fingertip dips in. "Tell me what to do."

[thewidewideworld]

"Just like that!" Sin gasps, tightening around him for a moment. "Just like that. Now deepler, please? All the way."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." Athelstan leans in and kisses him, and slides his finger as far in as it'll go.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" He trembles and pants, "Oh Athelstan, yes! Pump it please? I need to feel you."

[athelstanthescribe]

He's hesitant more from uncertainty than unwilling, but he does his best to do what he thinks Sin wants, moving his hand hard against him.

[thewidewideworld]

His actions are rewarded with an incoherent cry from Sin, dropping down to his hands as Athelstan's finger moves in him. He pushes back against him, meeting his uncertain thrusts.

"More? Please Athelstan, a second finger."

[athelstanthescribe]

That's certainly an encouraging sign that he's doing it right, and he gains in confidence.

Looking into Sin's eyes, he just nods and adds a second finger.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin is tight and hot around his fingers, whimpering with wordless need. He's almost hard now and drives himself back onto Athelstan's fingers. "Crook them. Just there." He begs.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Like this?"

And he bends his fingers half as far as they'll go.

[thewidewideworld]

"A little more. Just-" Athelstan will know when he find the right spot because Sin screams with joy, his spine arching roughly.

[athelstanthescribe]

That makes him startle and almost lose his grip, but his fingers quickly return to where they were.

"Just there", he murmurs, making a mental note.