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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 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.

[athelstanthescribe]

This is what Athelstan wants and needs right now, and he'd actually rather it didn't happen too quickly.

He closes his eyes, focusing only on feeling.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric teases and kisses slowly, easing Athelstan to hardness in his own time. His hands stoke Athelstan's thighs, his stomach and chest, keeping a grounding contact.

[athelstanthescribe]

It takes some time, and Athelstan encourages Sinric all he can with sounds of pleasure, but eventually his body does respond.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's in no hurry and projects no need for shame at how long it takes for Athelstan's prick to rise but goes on gladly and contentedly. He takes Athelstan into his mouth, licking and sucking as if there was nowhere in the world he would rather be

Which for once, is no lie.

[athelstanthescribe]

His moans become more fervent as Sinric keeps going, and especially when he takes Athelstan fully into his mouth.

Part of it may be deliberate encouragement, but it's only a slight exaggeration, not fakery.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can tell. After all, this has been one of his primary arts most of his life. He reaches up to take Athelstan's hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze to let him know it's okay as he starts to bob his head slowly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan twines their fingers together, bringing Sinric's hand up to his mouth for a tender kiss to his knuckles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, sending the vibrations down Athelstan's prick as the kiss makes him smile.

He goes on, trusting that Athelstan will let him know if he needs to stop or speed up his languid pace.

[athelstanthescribe]

The vibrations cause another spark of response, and Athelstan groans quietly as his cock jumps.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles at his reaction and tries a little trick a traveling singer taught him, singing under his breath as he bobs, making his throat tighten and him.

[athelstanthescribe]

That gets an outright gasp and Athelstan's hand tightens around his. He kisses Sinric's fingers again, lingering.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases back, glad to have bought Athelstan pleasure but not wanting to overwhelm him. He removes his mouth to nuzzle Athelstan's balls and lap at the sensitive skin behind them, giving Athelstan a chance to catch his breath.

[athelstanthescribe]

He does, slowly, and murmurs Sinric's name with a roughened voice.

[thewidewideworld]

"I am here with you, beloved." Sinric whispers, kissing the softly skin of his inner thigh. "I am yours."

He takes Athelstan into his mouth again, working him slowly higher.

[athelstanthescribe]

His fingers flex and straighten, over and over, in the bear fur.

"Beloved", he echoes softly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric catches that hand and guides it back to his hair. In part because he likes the feel and in particular because he needs to feel how Athelstan is reacting to his pleasure, to help him gauge how fast or slow to move.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Tell me", he manages, "tell me if I pull too hard."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives him a gently affirmative purr and traces his tongue over his shaft, drawing back to suck lightly on the head of his prick.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's head falls back and he gives himself over to sensation again. His hands do tug on Sinric's hair with every new touch and lick.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric let's himself be guided by Athelstan's touch and his voice, edging him on with the slow and easy dedication of an experienced and well loved bed slave.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's very good at what he does and bit by bit, he brings Athelstan closer to climax.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels how close to the edge Athelstan is and eases back, patting his thigh and checking to see if he wants this before taking him over.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", he rasps out. "I want it. Take me over."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and takes both Athelstan's hands in his, entwining their fingers as he takes Athelstan into his mouth and with all his skill, gives him over to pleasure.