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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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[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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives little pants of pleasure, his tiny cock twitching. He pets and plays with Athelstan's hair. "Please?" He breathes softly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Well, when he puts it like that... Athelstan looks up and smiles at him.

"Yes."

And then he takes Sinric into his mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers with joy, his lithe little body moving under Athelstan's attention. His little prick is small enough to fit in Athelstan's mouth easily.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric", he murmurs in a low hum around it.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps and his hands tighten in Athelstan's hair. He lifts his hips as Athelstan's lips and tongue bring him strange and wonderful pleasures.

[athelstanthescribe]

He seems to have a knack for finding new experiences for Sinric. His hands slide up and down Sinric's sides, as far as his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

"Ath- oh! Oh Athelstan!" His voice comes out brokenly, his breathing quick and shallow. He pushes himself up on his elbows, his chest arching into Athelstan's hands, his nipples hard as diamonds.