Sinric the Wanderer

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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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!"

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"You like that, do you?" Ragnar murmurs, speeding up his ministrations. "My cock hitting your sweet spot, my finger teasing your little cock?"

He rubs that ruby now with greater intent.

"I wish I had more hands, for both your breasts.

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...Ragnar just doesn't have Sin's subtlety.

Athelstan reaches out to touch Sin's hand, his fingernails running lightly over the palm, and watches them.

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Sin looks up at Athelstan with heated expression that would make a porn star blush. A look that begs to be saved from the exquisite agony of arousal. "Yes."

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Ragnar speeds up, both his hips and his hands, a finger rubbing along the entire length of Sin's cock.

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Athelstan shuffles forward a little further, his hand wandering up Sin's arm towards his torso.

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Sin lets his fingertips brush against Athelstan's skin as the young man moves timidly forward, making no sudden moves to break the spell. He's suddenly grateful he's probably not capable of cumming again so soon or this might already be over the way Ragnar is nailing his prostate with every thrust.

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Ragnar is not going to give up that easily: he wants to draw full pleasure from Sin again, and will work as hard for it as he has to.

"Your ass," he murmurs, thrusting home with abandon, "is going to wreck me any moment now."

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The words get a startled look from Athelstan, but he doesn't draw back.

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Sin had no breath to answer, panting hard and rough. It almost hurts to get so close to hard again so soon, his insides aching for a release that would be shattering if it comes.

But he manages to gently squeeze Athelstan's arm, using the young man to keep himself grounded.

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His insides are getting nailed very thoroughly by Ragnar, who groans and pants faster and harder with every thrust of his cock against Sin's prostate, visibly enjoying the ride.

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Athelstan is looking into Sin's eyes, though his gaze flickers to Ragnar very often, and he runs a hand across the top of Sin's shoulder.

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Sin's deep eyes are hazy with lust and almost black with an ache that's approaching pain. He is going to cum and it's going to be too much. He doesn't want to frighten Athelstan but there's a chance he'll faint.

But there's no way to warn them, because as soon as he says something out-loud, it will happen and it will be too late.

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Ragnar reaches up again to tweak Sin's naked nipple while his other hand is unashamedly working that little cock.

"I'm - so - close!" he declares, thrusting against Sin's prostate with utter abandon.

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Athelstan is still working himself up slowly to joining in, not realizing what's about to happen, but he follows the path of his hand along Sin's shoulder with his mouth.

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It's too much and Sin reaches for Athelstan, needing him, needing an anchor as it overcomes him. His body tightens, clamping down on Ragnar like a vice as he cries out. There's almost nothing in him to spill but a few drops but even that hits him so hard, his vision blurs and goes dark at the edges.

And then he falls, crumbling into Athelstan's arms in a faint.

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