Sinric the Wanderer

Sin's up for almost anything and his smile says that very clearly.

He turns to Athelstan and cups his cheek softly. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. And Ragnar and I can go if you want us to, or just curl up with you and sleep. But if you want to want, you are most welcome to."

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"You say what you want, sweetie, and I'll prove I'm not really a randy goat," Ragnar says.

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"I want to stay", he says with a touch more confidence. "If it's too much, I'll turn away."

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"If its too much, tell us to bugger off." Sin answers, pulling Athelstan into a soft kiss.

He turns to Ragnar and grins. "Fuck me?"

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"You still want more?" Ragnar says, grinning. "If so, I can deliver."

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Athelstan settles back against the pillows, eyes on the other two.

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"You know me." Sin purrs, moving closer to Ragnar. "I always want more. And I can always take me."

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Ragnar kneels up to peel off his jeans -- his cock is quite ready already.

He eyes it.

"Seems I'm a randy old goat after all," he says. "Ooops."

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"I'm not sure about 'old'", Athelstan contributes from his corner.

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Sin grins and shifts to his knees to crawl to the edge of the bed, licking his lips at the sight of Ragnar's ready cock. "Hmm."

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Ragnar has seen the torn condom wrapper and thinks to set a good example to Athelstan -- so he steps our of his pants and underwear quite unceremoniously, then looks around for more condoms.

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That was down to Sin, as Athelstan was too inexperienced to have suggested it.

His attention is all on Ragnar for the moment.

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As is Sin's. He grins and takes the condom off Ragnar and opens it, beckoning Ragnar close.

Not many people can put a condom on someone with their mouths, not well anyway. Sin however, is a master of the art. And a show off.

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Ragnar grins, and does, knowing what is to come.

As Athelstan doesn't seem to be shy at all about watching, they can give him a really good show, and show off.

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Athelstan seems to have forgotten about shyness in his fascination, as long as he's just watching and not participating just yet.

(Participation may come later, with gentleness and patience.)

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Sin has something of a showman's streak. He draws back with a light suck on the tip of the condom to make sure it's secure.

He gets up and moves to the edge of the bed, one knee on and his weight on his hands. There's nothing at all about the posture that isn't begging to be fucked.

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Ragnar moves up right behind him, positions his be-condomed cock right at Sinric's entrance, grips his hips and his wide-open buttocks, and smoothly pushes inside.

He makes sure Athelstan has a good, clear view of that ready hole, and the proud cock entering it.

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He's never seen it before, and his eyes widen as he does, not lifting his gaze from the sight.

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Sin throws his head back and cries out as Ragnar buries himself deep. His long body arches with the thrust, his soft breasts raised.

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If course, once he is buried to the hilt within Sinric's body, the thick circumference of his cock stretching that hole, Ragnar will reach forwards to take those breasts in hand once again, to tweak the nipples and stroke the sides.

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Athelstan's hands move in the air without thinking, as if he's imagining himself touching those breasts again.

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It's abundantly clear from Sin reactions, just how much he loves having his breasts played with. He moans sweetly, eyes on Athelstan as Ragnar pinches his nipples into hard peaks.

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Ragnar is pushing into Sinric hard, aiming for his sweet spot every time; he moves them a little, though, so Athelstan can see his hands on Sinric's nipples as well.

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He's aware they're putting on a show for him, and he appreciates it even as it makes him blush a little.

He meets Sin's eyes, his own wide and growing desire on his face.

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