Sinric the Wanderer

"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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While still suckling Sinric's breasts, Ragnar is moving his fingers along the rim of Sinric's hole, on both sides, so he can feel the hot, smooth sliding motions, touching both Athelstan's prick, and the sensitive spots at the very root of Sinric's little snail.

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Sinric bucks a little under them, grinding against the palm of Ragnar's hand as he pushes back against Athelstan's thrusts.

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"We mean to spoil you", Athelstan whispers to him, "so tell us exactly what you want."

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Ragnar now starts kissing his way down Sinric's front, keeping one hand still on his breasts as not to take that cherished stimulation away.

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He stutters a word that might have been please in one of several languages. It's hard to form words, or think right now. He keeps one hand tight to Athelstan's hip, moving with him as the other tangles in Ragnar's hair.

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Athelstan rides him as hard as he seems to want, always watching his reactions.

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Ragnar reaches Sinric's lover belly, and, without taking either of his hands away, licks over the tip of that perky little snail before sliding his tongue down the length of it.

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The little snail stiffens and uncurls to him, causing Sinric to whimper sweetly. He turns his head away to kiss Athelstan. "So much!"

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"Whatever you want", Athelstan murmurs into the kiss, "if we can give it, you shall have."

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Ragnar welcomes the pricklet between his lips and starts suckling on it, licking down the length with his tongue again.

He wants to hear more of those whimpers, and perhaps even louder sounds of pleasure.

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