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]

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."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

His attention is all on Ragnar for the moment.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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.)

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin shifts with Ragnar's direction and twists so Athelstan can see as much of him as possible - his nipples, hard as the rubies usually wore through them, his small cock, bouncing in time with Ragnar's thrusts and his tight hole stretching to take Ragnar's member. His face is flushed, his lips full and red.

He bites his lip again as Athelstan meets his eye, moaning.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting, aiming for Sin's prostate with every thrust now -- even he might not be able to peak again, he will enjoy the pleasure this brings. His fingers rather tease those hard nipples now, and he grins at Athelstan.

Looking right into his eyes, he takes one hand away to touch his own nipple, and moans.

[athelstanthescribe]

The urge is growing in him to come and touch them both, and he takes a hesitant step towards that by pushing the covers away.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's eyes roll a little with the sheer force of that pleasure, his cock filling rapidly. He reaches back to hook an arm around Ragnar's neck, his spine almost bent back as he kisses Ragnar's neck. "Almost" He whispers softly, referring to Athelstan.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Soon," Ragnar whispers back, rubbing his chest against Sinric's back as he keeps thrusting at his sweet spot.

He reaches out to touch the ruby at the tip of Sinric's cock with a callused finger. He loves it when that little thing hardens and expands.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is trying to look at everything at once, Ragnar's body and Sinric's breasts and that single ruby...

[thewidewideworld]

The touch is enough to make Sin leak, a pearly drop forming around the ruby and Ragnar's finger. Sin purrs and drags his fingernails over the side of Ragnar's thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's finger catches that little drop, to rub it over that sweet little slit, and right down to the ruby again, pleasuring Sin's little cock while still pounding inside him, thrusting at his sweet spot.

[athelstanthescribe]

And Athelstan creeps forward, just a little, in his fascination.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin leans forward as if folding up a little at the force of Ragnar's thrusts, one hand trailing ahead of him so it fall near to Athelstan. "Oh yes! Ragnar, yes!"