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[thewidewideworld]

{From here.}

Sinric walks with Athelstan, up the stairs and into their rooms joined by magical doors that lead to different places.

"Would you help me out of this?" He gestures to the wide collar of gold and stars. "The clasps are at the back."

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

Obediently, Athelstan slows down.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric frowns and cups Ragnar's cheek. "I haven't told him I can. How would I explain how I found out? I'm sure he would try if he knew but I can't tell him."

[athelstanthescribe]

"But he's taken you as we do", Athelstan says gently. "Could you not encourage him in the right direction, without telling him?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar warmly kisses Sinric's lower belly, to be comforting without pushing things further.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric bites his lip, lowering his eyes. "He, he does. I just..." He has no answer for them, a little ashamed.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric." Athelstan tips his chin up to kiss him again. "There's nothing you need to be ashamed of with us."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gently strokes Sinric's hips. "Nothing at all," he says. "But you don't have to talk if you'd rather not."

[thewidewideworld]

He starts to say something but the words catch. He shakes his head, eyes still low. "Please, I... I'm not ready to-" he swallows.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sssh." Athelstan's lips brush his cheek, then his neck, soothingly. "I'm sorry I made you talk about it."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps stroking him, ready to take this in whatever direction Sinric wants.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and kisses Athelstan intently, leaning down to pull Ragnar into a kiss too. There's so much he doesn't know how to express yet, and so much gratitude he feels towards them.

[athelstanthescribe]

They can afford to be patient with him, and they want to.

Athelstan, still inside him, kisses him back and begins to move again.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar returns the kiss just as warmly as it is given, stroking Sinric's side and thighs all the while.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans softly and rocks with Athelstan's thrusts. He strokes Ragnar's cheek and watches him with hooded eyes. "Ragnar? Will you allow me to pleasure you? After you have done so for me."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses Sinric's neck, eyes meeting Ragnar's as he waits for the answer.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Of course I will," Ragnar says, looking up into Sinric's eyes before once more kissing his way down his belly, towards that momentarily neglected tiny prick.