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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 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.

[athelstanthescribe]

He knows exactly what effect it will have, and Athelstan convulses around his hand.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs and feeling Athelstan jewels sitting high and tight, starts to urge him gently towards the edge.

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't have much in the way of stamina at the moment, and it's not long before he's very close to the edge.

[thewidewideworld]

Stamina enough for the pleasures they have shared. And for Sinric's skills to work on him.

But now it is time to give in to pleasure and between his hands and mouth, Sinric brings him to the edge, giving Athelstan heat enough to fall.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan cries out Sinric's name as he falls, yielding into Sinric's mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans as the heat and salt of Athelstan's passion floods his mouth. He takes his time, wasting not a drop before moving up to hold Athelstan in his arms.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns into his arms, kissing him lightly.

"Thank you, my Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

"It's I who should be thanking you." Sinric answers with soft kisses. He pulls the furs and blankets up around them, snuggling close.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan enjoys the comfort and closeness, fixing this in his memory as much as the sex.

"Let's just count ourselves equally grateful."

[thewidewideworld]

"I am." Sinric smiles, stroking Athelstan's arm. "Grateful beyond words. What you and Ragnar have given me is... a treasure beyond reckoning."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Believe me, it hasn't gone un-repaid."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses Athelstan warmly, nothing but love in his eyes.