Sinric the Wanderer

Ragnar groans with sudden pleasure, his hand tightening on Athelstan's.

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Sinric's small mouth can't take them both deeply but it's enough to enjoy making them both groan and shake like this.

He draws back, holding them both close so the tip of his tongue can work both their slits, tasting the almost forgotten musk of them.

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"Sinric", Athelstan gasps out, suddenly finding he's leaning on Ragnar more than before.

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Ragnar clings to Athelstan, gasping at the touch of Sinric's tongue in that sensitive place, his pleasure spurred on by the knowledge that Athelstan is feeling the exact same thing.

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He strokes them both from root to tip, taking the heads of their pricks in his mouth once more, sucking as best he can.

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Athelstan groans, losing all grip on words for a moment.

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"You're going - to make us come -- too soon!" Ragnar gasps, as he feels the touch driving him out of his mind and into pure feeling. "Athelstan -- can rise again soon --"

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Sinric pulls back a little and smiles, giving the tip of Ragnar's prick a playful lick. "Do you want me to stop?

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"He just doesn't want to miss the rest of the fun", Athelstan says, catching his breath.

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Ragnar's prick shudders with pleasure under Sinric's tongue. "We want to do -- what we plotted!"

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"As you wish." Sinric grins wickedly and gives the head of Ragnar's prick one last kiss before rising.

With a degree of boldness, he struts towards the bed, looking back at him over his shoulder as if beckoning them to follow.

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Athelstan is still holding Ragnar's hand, and Sinric's boldness makes him laugh with delight and almost drag Ragnar after him.

(Almost, because Ragnar is right there with him.)

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Ragnar is right there with Athelstan, and they both follow Sinric to the bed, pricks still bobbing eagerly.

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Sinric perches on the edge of the bed, his back to them but half turned towards them.

Time has been kind and Sinric has healed well, the scar on his back and inner thigh little more that raised lines. He displays his body proudly, goading them to touch and take.

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Athelstan takes a position on one side of Sinric, Ragnar on the other.

"So", he says softly, reaching to run a hand over Sinric's body, "who is going to do what?"

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Ragnar bends his head to lick over Sinric's nipples; after all, that's the place he especially likes to be touched, so good for starting there.

"I'd like to pleasure him with my mouth," he murmurs against the small mounds, and the generous nubs.

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Sinric shivers and moans, stroking Ragnar's hair. His breasts are still the most sensitive part of him and he melts to have them teased so.

But Ragnar's words make him melt even more. "Oh please! And Athelstan? Will you take my body?"

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"I will." Athelstan starts to kiss Sinric's back and shoulders, as Ragnar's focused on his front. "You can lie between us and be pleasured."

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Ragnar cups and strokes Sinric's other breast with his hand while sucking more strongly on the nipple between his lips.

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Sinric gasps and reaches for Athelstan, drawing him into a kiss. Since the attack he has shyed away from having people behind him. Only those he trusts absolutely don't case him to wince. With Athelstan, it gives him only the flicker of pause before he relaxes into the strong body behind him.

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Athelstan notices that little flicker, and does everything he can to be reassuring and not threatening, keeping both the kiss - leaning over Sinric's shoulder so he doesn't have to turn away from Ragnar - and his touches gentle.

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Ragnar is lying beside Sinric, naked and comfortable, happy to lavish attention on Sinric's breasts with his hands and mouth. He is suckling, licking, kissing, stroking, fondling and even massaging them, fascinated by the generous nipples and puckered areolas.

His prick is aroused just on its own, nestling between Ragnar's thighs, just because he is doing these wonderful and fascinating things.

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