Sinric the Wanderer

"Princess Aslaug", Athelstan says with an unaccustomed bite in his voice, "married an Earl and wants to be married to an Earl."

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"Yes," Ragnar says, shrugging. "She still doesn't know me, it sometimes seems. But she's the mother of two of my songs.Three, now, most likely."

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Sinric presses a finger to Ragnar's lips and kisses him, a sweet and distracting kiss meant to make him forget his troubles.

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Athelstan watches this with approval.

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Yes, this is much better than thinking about Aslaug, and Ragnar can lose himself in the two of them.

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Sinric shifts to kiss Athelstan just as passionately, pouring all the missed nights and lonely dawns into it.

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"Sinric", he murmurs into the kiss. "I can feel how you missed us."

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"And now, we can do our best to make up for it, at least a little," Ragnar adds, kissing Sinric back.

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"I'd like that, very much." Sinric sighs before kisses. "When I was here last I... I wanted so much to be with you both. I have ached for you, both of you."

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"We had to take care of you in body", Athelstan reminds him gently. "But now here you are healed and strong again."

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"And we can put that idea we had into practice," Ragnar says, kissing Athelstan first, then Sinric again.

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"And may I ask what idea that is exactly?" Sinric purrs between kisses. "I feel I might like it like it very much."

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"Simply", Athelstan says, stroking his lovely golden skin, "that one of us pleasures you with his mouth, and the other with his body."

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"So you'll have the best from both of us," Ragnar says.

He runs his hands down Sinric's back and cups his buttocks.

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Sinric melts into Ragnar's arms, arching into his hands. He turns to pull Athelstan gently closer, kissing him slowly. "I'd like that, very much. More than anything."

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"Then it shall happen, and I look forward to hearing what you two have planned as well." The kiss is returned tenderly. "Come to bed."

Athelstan and Ragnar are still fully dressed, but that won't last long.

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"Let us sprawl all over each other," Ragnar says, smiling at them both.

He takes off his belt already, feeling extremely overdressed just now.

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Sinric tugs gently on Athelstan's belt, reaching to help Ragnar out of his tunic.

He steps back, unfolding the long silk wrap of his skirt. Beneath, he wears a breach cloth of the same silk, tied around his hips and between his thighs.

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Athelstan's belt comes untied easily and he shucks off his tunic, then steps forward to untie Sinric's breech cloth.

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Ragnar is glad to get out of his clothes, reaching out to stroke both Athelstan's chest and Sinric's buttocks before kicking off his shoes and starting to unlace his breeches.

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Free of the last length of cloth, Sinric drops to his knees to unlace Ragnar's breeches, kissing the hard mound of flesh before freeing him from them.

He turns, still on his knees to do the same for Athelstan.

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Athelstan keeps more or less still to let him do it, only his hands moving to stroke down through Sinric's hair to bare skin.

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