Sinric the Wanderer

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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If Ragnar wants moans, he'll have them! But Athelstan might not get words. At least not coherent ones.

He grips Athelstan's hip, begging him to slow down for a moment as the sensation verges on too much before he's ready.

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Non-verbal requests are also being watched for and taken into account.

Obediently, Athelstan slows down.

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Attuned to the general slowing-down of things, Ragnar pulls back a little and gently kisses the tip of Sinric's tiny prick.

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Sinric groans his thanks, kissing Athelstan deeply as he pets Ragnar's hair. "Please, don't stop. I want... I want more but... Don't want it to be over too soon."

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"We have time", Athelstan says again. "We can draw it out."

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"As slowly as you like," Ragnar says, bestowing another small kiss to the underside of Sinric's prick.

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"I haven't-" he gasps softly, "I haven't reached completion. Not since I was last with you."

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"Not even with your emperor?" Athelstan asks, kissing the back of his neck.

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"So nobody eve bothered to try?" Ragnar says. "I'm sorry to hear that."

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