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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric waits quietly in the light of the doorway, his eyes down until he heard Athelstan's footfall on the stairs of the veranda. He rises to offer Athelstan his arm. "You should come in where it's warm."

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[athelstanthescribe]

"I'd like that." He smiles a little. "It must be a lovely script."

[thewidewideworld]

"It flows like water and they write on almost everything. Even their building are adorned with the words of their poets and their scriptures." Awe lifts Sinric's voice. "And thier poetry is stirring and rich."

He recited a short piece he learned last time one of their poets was at court, the language flits from fast and guttural to flowing between word.

[athelstanthescribe]

"A beautiful language, to go with the writing. I'll have you teach it to me, when we have more time."

[thewidewideworld]

"Something to look forward to." Sinric whispers, kissing Athelstan's shoulder and he shifts the furs to protect Athelstan's back and gently guides him to roll over.

[athelstanthescribe]

He does so, gazing up into Sinric's eyes as he makes himself comfortable.

"The more to look forward to, the better."

[thewidewideworld]

"Us? This?" He asks softly, his hands working on the muscles of Athelstan's neck and chest.

[athelstanthescribe]

"To be with you again, with no worry or pain..." He leans up, just a little without dislodging Sinric's hands, to kiss him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric meets him halfway, the kiss thick with love and longing. "We will, when the time is right and you are ready. Never fear for that."

[athelstanthescribe]

"But I want..." He trails off, frustrated with himself. "I do still want you. I hoped to make love to you tonight, another good memory to take back and for you to hold while I'm gone."

He just isn't sure his body will cooperate.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hushes him with another kiss. "There are many ways to share pleasure. To touch, to taste, to feel. It is not always needed to enter or take."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then let's share what pleasure we can", he concedes. "I can still touch you with my hands and mouth."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric slides down to lay next to Athelstan, drawing him into another soft kiss. "I am yours." Sinric promises, drawing Athelstan close.

His skin is warm and soft against Athelstan's, sighing sweetly as he moves to kiss Athelstan's neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And I'm yours, don't forget. This night is to pleasure you as well, as you've done me such good."

His hands begin to roam, starting at Sinric's breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers with soft joy, his nipples hardening under Athelstan's touch.

He strokes Athelstan's side, caressing the curves of Athelstan's body.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I know you like that best", Athelstan murmurs, dipping his head to taste Sinric's skin, his unshaven face scraping.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs, something close to a giggle. "You do know my pleasures well, perhaps better than anyone before. After all, you were the first to give me release."

He strokes down to Athelstan's rear, massaging and caressing.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And since, I've learned your special pleasures." His tongue flicks briefly at Sinric's nipple. "So I can do even better."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's head falls back, his breath coming in a gasp. He moans Athelstan's name, his other hand slides up to cup the back of his head, stroking his hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's not as good as Sinric at telling if people are faking, but he likes to think Sinric wouldn't feel the need to pretend with him.

"Would you like", he says, breathing over Sinric's skin, "my mouth on you further down?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no need to exaggerate with Athelstan, only to allow himself to voice the pleasure that with some he might stifle.

He looks down at Athelstan with desire hot in his eyes. "Only if you will let me turn about and do the same for you."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Agreed." He begins tracking downward, exquisitely slowly.

[thewidewideworld]

The light muscles of Sinric's stomach dance under his touch, his breathing quick. Few people have ever done this for him, and only really here. The rarity of the sensation makes the anticipation all the more intense.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan continues to take his time, using everything he's learned from Sinric and others to draw things out and get Sinric as hard as he's capable of being.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shivers and moans softly, his hand still stroking Athelstan's hair fitfully.

His little snail unfurls slowly, welcoming Athelstan's touch with a quivering little salute.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan pays his attentions to Sinric's belly, then his thighs, circling ever closer to the little snail.