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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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[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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is accustomed to pleasuring both those who lay back and enjoy and those who move wildly in their passions. Little would disrupt him in his pleasuring.

He inches a finger towards the opening of Athelstan's body, watching to see if that is something Athelstan too wants tonight.

[athelstanthescribe]

His eyes open as he feels where Sinric's going and he nods with a hoarse "Yes. I - couldn't take more, perhaps, but..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods with a dip of his lashes and without taking his mouth from Athelstan, reaches for the oil and slicks one finger, massaging the oil softly around Athelstan's enerance before pressing gently onward, slow and careful.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan gasps and groans, moving his hips upwards to give Sinric better access.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts the furs to support Athelstan's hips as his finger delves deeper, finding the seat of pleasure and teasing it softly as his mouth moves on Athelstan's prick.

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't know which way to move, so at one moment he's trying to move against both stimuli, the next he's still and just enjoying.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric changes the rhythm of the pleasure, sometimes moving both together and sometimes alternating, like the changing melodies of a song moving from chorus to verse and back.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Sinric", Athelstan says in a low moan. "You are - "

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes a soft questioning sound, sending it vibrating to the root of Athelstan's prick with a dancing smile on his stretched lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Ah - you are - perfection itself."

[thewidewideworld]

That draws a little chuckle from Sinric and he crooks his finger to ignite a wave of pleasure through Athelstan's body.