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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]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

It takes a few minutes before Sinric comes to himself enough to return the kisses, his eyes wet with tears of overwhelming joy.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Hold on to that", Athelstan murmurs, "until I return."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and shifts away a little, giving Athelstan room to do whatever it is he needs to do, feeling faintly guilty for the weakest that leaves him laying there.

[athelstanthescribe]

"...I'm going nowhere this instant. Until I return from our world, I meant."

He leans over for another kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh, forgive me. I misunderstood." Sinric whispers, colouring a little. In his addled state, he confused Athelstan's meaning.

He returns the kiss, more deeply this time. "I will. As I hope you will hold the memory also."

"Would you like me to pleasure you in return?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"No forgiveness needed, my Sinric, and it will warm and sustain me as much as the thought of Ragnar." He looks into his eyes. "Do you want to?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles, making his dark eyes dance. "Always."

He slides down the bed, stopping to tease Athelstan's nipples softly.

Even still half dazed by his own orgasm, pleasuring another man comes second nature to Sinric and for Athelstan, it's a joy to do.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan lies back, watching Sinric with a spark of heat in his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric works his way down, taking time to pay attention to every sensitive spot before he nuzzles the soft curls at the base of his prick, kissing his way up till his lips rested on the head.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan makes a soft sound as Sinric pauses there, his head tipping back to take in the sensations.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laps at his slit, getting the head of Athelstan's prick good and wet before taking it slowly into his mouth, little by little, gently stroking the flat of Athelstan's thighs as he does.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's hardening faster than the last time, a sign of his improving strength, and his fingers tangle in Sinric's hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, pleased by those sign of Athelstan's returning strength and takes him slowly to the hilt, warming every part and moving his head in a slow, easy rhythm.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan moans aloud as Sinric uses the best of his skills.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes his time, drawing the pleasure out and letting Athelstan have as much to remember of this as he can. His hands work gently over Athelstan's jewels and the bundle of nerves behind them, touching each to bring out the utmost sensation.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan, for his part, lies with eyes closed and hardly moving so as not to disrupt this, memorising every moment.