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[thewidewideworld]

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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 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?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"I will", he murmurs, then adds a nervous caveat, "but best not to hold my wrists."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods, I understanding the need for that addendum. He kisses over Athelstan's shoulders and down one arm slowly, pressing his lithe little body against Athelstan's chest as he does. Everywhere there are are bruises, he treats with loving care. He supports Athelstan's hand with care, kissing the tip of each finger before planning a single sweet kiss in the centre of his palm.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands slide down through Sinric's long hair on to his back, pressing him gently closer.

The attention to his wound brings a soft sound from him again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric treats his wounds with reverence and care, trying to print a happy memory of gentle touches and the brush of Sinric's soft lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

For his part, Athelstan tries to memorise every moment of this, every little scrap of pleasant sensation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric brings Athelstan's wounded hand to his cheek, brushing against it like a cat before kissing the tip of his thumb in a way that tends to bring heat to a man.

He lets go, easing Athelstan's hand back to the furs and returns to kiss his lips warmly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's eyes are wide, his pupils dilated, and he returns the kiss.

"Sinric. If you want to... your shift..."

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sinric whispers, his hands moving to the hem of his shift. "I'd like very much to feel your skin against mine. To feel the soft fur on my body." He slides easily out of the light shift, showing off his lithe body.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan isn't hard, despite the other signs of arousal, but perhaps Sinric can still help that along. If Athelstan's state of health allows.

He reaches out to run his fingertips down Sinric's sides. "Come and lie with me?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs and slides in along side Athelstan. His creamy skin is almost flawless but for the scar on his back and inner thigh from the attack. All the rest of him is pale and smooth and warm as he presses against Athelstan.

He kisses Athelstan's neck against, laying his arms gently around his friend.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan tips his head to brush his lips to Sinric's skin in turn.

"You are... thank you for this care."

[thewidewideworld]

"I love you, Athelstan." Sinric whispers, gently wrapped one leg around Athelstan'thigh, just to get a little closer, his small breasts pressed against Athelstan's chest.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And I love you."

He smoothes his hands over the top of Sinric's breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Its enough to make Sinric moan, his breath hot in Athelstan's neck and he presses into that hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

The touch grows a little firmer in response, though Athelstan is careful not to press too hard and break open his healing wounds.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric touches just as lightly, his hand moving down Athelstan's chest to caress the flat of his stomach, waiting for Athelstan's permission to move lower to stroke Athelstan's manhood.

[athelstanthescribe]

He swallows again, tilts Sinric's chin up to look into his eyes, and says "Yes. It might... you might be able to wake it."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'd like very much to pleasure you with my mouth." Sinric offers softly. "So you may lay back and enjoy without risk of opening your wounds."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods quietly.

"The other might be too - energetic."

[thewidewideworld]

"We can do as fast or as slow as you need." Sinric promises, sliding down the bed to kiss the tips of his nipples in passing as he works his way lower to settle next to Athelstan. He guides Athelstan onto his side so that he keeps the pressure off his back as Sinric nuzzles the hollow of his pelvis.

[athelstanthescribe]

As he can't kiss Sinric now, Athelstan lets his hands speak for him, stroking through Sinric's hair and over the skin below it.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rubs his cheek against Athelstan's manhood like a cat, kissing and nuzzles the dark curls at the base before working his way up to kiss his shaft.

He doesn't hurry, focusing more on sensation and pleasure then getting Athelstan off swiftly.