Sinric the Wanderer

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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Ragnar spends as well, coming fiercely into Sin as his insides clamp down on his cock and keep spasming until he has spent his very last drop.

His arms tighten around Sinric, holding him close.

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Athelstan's arms are close around Sin, with an edge of panic in his eyes - although he can feel Sin's breathing steadying and his heartbeat strong enough.

"...what happened?"

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Sin's eyelids flutter but it will take a few minutes before he comes around.

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"He passed out from coming so hard," Ragnar says, gently kissing along Sin's neck. "It can happen. He'll be back in a moment."

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Blink.

"...that happens?"

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Sin groans softly and rests his head on Ragnar's shoulder, still not following the conversation.

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"Yes," Ragnar says. "Orgasms can be very intense."

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"And he's had two today..."

Still, the idea is a bit frightening. He reaches to stroke Sin's hair.

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Sin manages to lift his head with a small and forced smile for Athelstan. "Sorry." For scaring Athelstan.

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Ragnar kisses the side of Sin's neck again. "Sorry," he murmurs as well.

For pushing him so far.

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"Are you all right?" is the only thing Athelstan wants to know.

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