Sinric the Wanderer

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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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."

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

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"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.

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He has softened during the interlude, his small erection wilting with worry but Ragnar's kisses and Athelstan's thrusts stir it again.

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Athelstan's lips move against his skin, marking a trail over the back of his neck and shoulders.

"You're safe with us, always."

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Once more, Ragnar licks over the length of that small prick, to bring it to attention once again. He slides a hand between Sinric's legs once more, to again feel the place where they are joined.

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"Only in my Emperor's arms do I feel as safe as I do with you." He whispers to them both, arching to run his scarred groin against Ragnar's hand with the rhythm of Athelstan's thrusts.

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"Then I hope", Athelstan murmurs, "that when you become a wanderer, you'll remember to come to us, so we can give you that again."

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Ragnar doesn't say anything, as he's taking Sinric's little prick into his mouth again, sucking to bring it to full arousal again, while his hand rubs over Sinric's scar, down to the sensitive base of his prick, spurring Athelstan on with his touch in the process.

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"How could I-" He breaks off with a moan, his voice high and breathless, "forget. You are... so much to me!" It comes out as a gasp. "If the door allows, I will take you with me on such adventures."

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"And we'll go with you gladly." He thrusts into Sinric, past Ragnar's hand. "There's so much I want to see."

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Ragnar sucks more strongly, hungrily even, at that little prick, loving the feeling of it expanding in his mouth.

The pressure of his fingers grows stronger as well, at both of them.

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Sinric gasps and without thinking, tilts his hips up so Athelstan's thrusts meet him just so. He catches hold of one of Athelstan's hands, guiding it to his breast and sinking into the feeling.

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Athelstan follows his wishes, stroking his breast with fingers and thumb and even pinching very gently.

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