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]

"Sinric", he says in answer, and his voice is as soft and warm as his hands on Sin's skin. "Let's lie down again."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moves to the bed, pulling Athelstan into his arms and kissing him slowly and deeply. His hard-on has wilted but it doesn't bother him in the slightest.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan was expecting that, from what Sin's said before, and he fully intends to bring it back.

He wraps his arms closely around Sin, pushing the towel away to be able to see and touch him as they kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin luxuriates in the touch, stroking and petting Athelstan back. He nuzzles Athelstan's neck, stroking his thighs slowly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is building himself up to meet Sin's need - his body is already very much willing and ready, so it's just a matter of confidence.

He shifts closer, their bodies meeting full length.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin is pliant and ready in Athelstan's arms. He wraps his legs around Athelstan's hips, keening for more.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him, his hands greedily wandering, and presses further between Sin's legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and spreads his legs, letting Athelstan have free range of his body. "Please? Oh Athelstan, please?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you need - preparation?" he asks, his hands finding that place again. "Or can I just - ?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sin shakes his head. "You... you've done enough. I'm ready for you. Please, Athelstan? I need you."

[athelstanthescribe]

He nods, leans in for another steadying kiss, and uses his hands to guide himself inside.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin tries not to push back too hard or too fast, panting roughly. "Beautiful Athelstan. Oh yes!" He moans and hides his face in Athelstan's neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan tips it back up, gently, to kiss him. "I want to see your face. So I know this is good."

[thewidewideworld]

"It is." Sin moans, moving slowly to take Athelstan deeper. "It's so good." His eyes are hazy with passion as he returns the kisses.

[athelstanthescribe]

For all he hasn't done this before, going purely on instinct seems to be working well enough.

"Help me make it as good as it could be."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin bites his lip. What he wants most, Athelstan may not be ready for - to be put on his knees and fucked hard from behind.

Instead he rolls Athelstan into his back and straddles him, impaling himself slowly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Yeah, he doesn't have the aggression in him to do it that way, even consensually - at least not yet.

He arches up into Sin, pushing back.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin mutters encouragement and praise between shallow pants, leaning in to kiss Athelstan. He guides Athelstan's hands to his breasts and rides him, slowly and deeply.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan strokes Sin's breasts, smooth and repetitive, his thumbs brushing their sides over and over again as he finds a pace.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin groans and lifts his hands, holding them above his head as he moves with the fluid grace of a dancer. A tilt of his narrow hips has the angle just right and he cries out again, tightening and thickening.

[athelstanthescribe]

Sin is very much taking the lead here, even as the receptive partner, and that's just how Athelstan likes it. Not wanting to throw them off that angle, he thrusts upwards without otherwise moving, eyes wide and fixed on Sin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans, biting his lip as Athelstan's thrust finds the right spot perfectly. His dark eyes hold Athelstan's, his cheeks and lips flushed as he moves with sinuous grace, looking more like a dancer that someone being fucked.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's a beautiful sight to see, now more than ever, and Athelstan doesn't look away even as he moves against him, hands sliding over damp skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin rocks against him, enjoying the easy, deep pace. His cock thickens to almost full as he finds that spot over and over.

He leans in to kiss Athelstan again, whispering his name.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's echoed with his own name, their gaze still locked, and Athelstan presses up against him.