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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]

"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.

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't expect full completion as he would from Ragnar, so he's just going to draw this out for as long as Sinric can stand it.

He shifts a little as Sinric moves, without letting go, just repositioning himself.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes the most of it, his long hair billowing over the furs as he writhes and moans.

He takes it for as he can, until the pleasure becomes unbearable and his inability to release becomes almost painful. "Please, will you... I need your fingers in me?"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan pulls back, looking into his eyes.

"Whatever you want, my Sinric."

His hand slides down to that area.

[thewidewideworld]

He spreads his legs wider, whimpering with need. He's close to the edge and needs that last push over the edge Athelstan showed him was there to enjoy.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan pushes a finger gently inside, little by little with care, even if no lubrication is needed.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric relaxed into the touch, opening himself under it. He lets his head fall back, groaning deeply. He aches up to meet Athelstan's touch, pushing himself onto it.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Tell me when you want another", Athelstan says softly.

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" He gasps harshly, needing just a little more, and pressure in the right spot to time him over that strange precipitous.

[athelstanthescribe]

The first finger is joined by another - and soon after, a third, all seeking the sweet spot.

[thewidewideworld]

He's close, so close, crying Athelstan's name over and over.

Then all of a sudden his body convulses, the breath coming out of him in a rush as he falls and falls and falls, clenching tight around Athelstan's fingers.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds him close with his free arm, trying to make him feel secure, and kisses him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric clings against him, hiding his face in Athelstan's neck. It's still so wild, so strange a feeling he never knows how to feel it. Only that it comes at him in such a rush, it overwhelms him.

But he does feel safe and secure in Athelstan's arms. In the arms of the first lover to let him feel this.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan makes soothing sounds, accompanied by gentle kisses wherever he can reach, and lets Sinric ride it out.