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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 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.

[athelstanthescribe]

It doesn't feel like being restrained. It feels like being loved, and Athelstan cries out as he falls.

[thewidewideworld]

Exactly what Sinric was hoping for.

He drinks down Athelstan's release, kissing and licking him into the warmth of after glow before sliding up to wrap Athelstan in an embrace.

"Beloved Athelstan." He purrs, holding his friend and lover close.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric", he returns, still breathing fast as he turns into the embrace. "Thank you, my love."

[thewidewideworld]

"With pleasure, my love." Sinric whispers smiling and stroking Athelstan's shoulder. His eyes glitter to see Athelstan looking so happy.

[athelstanthescribe]

It won't last. But for now, and again in the future no doubt, this is what Sinric has done for him.

"I said I would tell you stories, didn't I?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Only if you want to, my love. Otherwise I can sing to you if you need more sleep. We can tell stories later if you're tired."