Sinric the Wanderer

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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And Sinric appreciates Athelstan's kindness, leaning into his touches and moaning into his kisses.

Ragnar's touch, his lips on Sinric's breasts is almost unbearably wonderful. His little snail jumps and thickens a little, panting.

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"Tell me when you're ready", Athelstan murmurs into his ear. "We can take all our time."

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"I could do this all night," Ragnar murmurs, humming against Sinric's breast in appreciation.

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Sinric laughs breathlessly, stroking Ragnar's hair. "And I would very readily let you."

He turns back to Athelstan. "You will spoil me with your kindness. I'm not so fragile as I was. And I want very much to feel you inside me again."

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"Then shall we begin?"

He kisses Sinric, moving up closer behind him.

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Ragnar allows one of his hands to wander over Sinric's body now, a fingertip momentarily teasing the tip of that little snail-like pricklet before moving on.

Let Athelstan establish himself first, then Ragnar will get to work properly on that sweet little thing. As for now, Sinric's breasts are still his best option.

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Sinric jumps a little at the touch, gasping warmly. "You are the only lovers I have taken of my own free will. I offer myself to you gladly."

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"I hope we've been worthy of the honour", Athelstan says, breath hot against his skin, and slowly begins to guide himself inside.

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"We will do our best," Ragnar says, his hand stroking warm circles on Sinric's lower belly.

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Sinric is tight inside but smooth and ready. He made himself ready before the party, should his emperor want him. He moans as Athelstan enters him, reaching back to hold on to Athelstan's hip.

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Athelstan stretches his hands out to steady and support Sinric as he finds a rhythm, plunging deeper in.

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Ragnar reaches between Sinric's legs, just to touch Athelstan's prick sliding into Sinric's hole, as he finds the very idea incredibly arousing.

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Sinric gasps and spreads his legs wider, moaning as Ragnar's touches where they join. The Earl's fascination only serves to heighten his pleasure as Athelstan fills him.

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Athelstan covers Ragnar's hand with his own, moving them together however Ragnar chooses to touch.

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