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Sinric leads Athelstan back to their room, stopping at the bar to have a quiet word with the bar before they go. When they arrive in their rooms, the bed has been spread with a large, warm bear-fur and draped with silk. There are candles on the table, at bedside, on the windowsill, bathing the room in soft, warm light.

Sinric smiles and leads Athelstan towards the bed. "This night is for you, beloved Athelstan. We'll go only as far as you're ready for."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs, almost a moan. He makes no move to slide out of the shift until Athelstan wants him out of it. Besides, he's always found being touches around clothing pleasurable.

He returns the caress, staying on Athelstan's upper body, curving a gentle hand over the sweep of Athelstan's ribcage.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Tell me what you want", Athelstan murmurs, and it's a request to ease the way for him, with his shaken confidence. "Tell me how to touch you."

[thewidewideworld]

"Your hands on me." Sinric whispers softly, nuzzling Athelstan's throat, kissing up to the curve of his ear. "On my breast. My thighs."

[athelstanthescribe]

He murmurs assent against the skin of Sinric's throat and brings one hand down, sliding it under his shift to caress his thigh. The other stays where it is, but also slips under the linen.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers richly, moving gracefully against Athelstan. "Will you let me do the same for you?" He asks breathlessly. "Please?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan says hoarsely. The gentle touches, he hopes, continuing into the future, may be able to replace the memories of the beating. "Yes - but - "

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches Athelstan's expression, waiting for Athelstan to express the but so he knows what Athelstan needs.

He curves his hand over Athelstan's thigh, his fingers light and soft, keeping everything gentle.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Slowly." Which Sinric probably already knew. "And if we should have to - stop and begin again - "

[thewidewideworld]

"Then that's what we'll do." Sinric promises, drawing Athelstan into a slow kiss. "Or stop completely if you need to. I'll understand."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I want - " he says, speech jerky with hesitance. "I don't want the last time I was touched to be - the beating any more. Or the doctor. Depending where."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods, running his gently hands over Athelstan's skin. "Then I hope you'll let me touch you all over? Let me cover your skin with my kisses. I want to wash away their shadows with my touch."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan whispers. "Every inch touched with love."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and kisses him very softly before moving down to Athelstan's chest. He caresses Athelstan's chest, chasing lines of kisses over the firm muscles and soft skin. He's very, very thorough, leaving no inch of Athelstan's chest untouched or kissed.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan lies back carefully, his fingers tracing repetitive patterns on Sinric's skin, and gives all his attention to Sinric's mouth and hands on him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric works his way lower, exploring the planes and curves of Athelstan's stomach, tracing the shape of his abs with his lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

He makes a sound of pleasure, almost a whimper, and his fingers tighten on Sinric's thigh.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes Athelstan's hands, guiding them up to his hair as he kisses his way down to Athelstan's hips. He stays away from Athelstan's groin for now. Instead he nuzzles the curve of his upper thighs, making sure Athelstan's okay with this.

[athelstanthescribe]

If that's where Sinric wants his hands now, that's where they'll be, and Athelstan tries to be gentle with Sinric's hair.

He murmurs the younger man's name, and doesn't make him stop even as his lips touch fading bruises.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is even more gentle with the bruises but he makes sure he covers them with kisses. He wants there to be a memory of pleasure to replace the memory of pain.

[athelstanthescribe]

The two mingle together, even with Sinric being as gentle as possible, but the pleasure is much greater than the small pain.

"Thank you", Athelstan whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles up at him and kiss his way lower, exploring Athelstan's thighs and calves. He kisses his way down to Athelstan's ankles, alternating between his legs.

He looks up at Athelstan before pressing a single butterfly kiss over the scars on his feet.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan gasps sharply at that - the wounds are still very sensitive, not even close to fully healed, but he's never felt such a gentle touch there and it's near to overwhelming.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases up to nuzzle Athelstan's ankles, soothing him through the feeling as he stokes his hands up and down Athelstan's legs.

[athelstanthescribe]

The muscles there are looser than they were thanks to Sinric's efforts, but he couldn't undo the effects of all the strain that's been put on them lately.

Athelstan tips his head to look down at him, fingertips combing through Sinric's hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Better is a start and Sinric can work on even better in the morning. For now, his touch is light as he works his way back up with gentle kisses and soft touches to Athelstan's lips. "Will you permit me to kiss your arms, beloved?"