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Sinric walks calmly till he is away from the bar and then runs. Something about Eric terrified him. Or thrilled him. Neither of which was good.

He ran till he came to a familiar door, Athelstan's. Having no place of his own and feeling that he owed Athelstan for interceding with Eric, he let himself in, meaning to wait for Athelstan's return to thank him.

He finds himself drawn to the window, sitting on the sill with his feet drawn up under him. He rests his head on his knee as he looks out over the lake, singing the elven song he learn this morning. The sound of it is soothing and he eases himself into a half doze.

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Athelstan withdraws from Ragnar to lie by his side.

"If you're both content, then so am I."

"I am sated to the core," Ragnar says. "Yo did something to me I never felt before. This was worth trying something new and scary for."

He reaches out for Athelstan, feeling the need to kiss him.

Sinric's little erection is staring to flag now that the pressure of Ragnar's thrusts have been taken away but he pays it no mind. "A pleasure I'm glad to have shared with you, Earl Ragnar."

He smiles, enjoying the view of their happiness.

"Even if no one outside this room can ever know we did it", Athelstan says between kisses, "it's none of their business anyway."

"You're not ready for something new and scary yet, Sinric?" Ragnar asks.

Sinric cocks his head, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"I've already shown Sinric he can feel pleasure", Athelstan says softly. "And I doubt anything else would be new."

"You didn't peak, Sinric," Ragnar says. "I wonder if you'd let me try to bring you to it, with my finger and my tongue."

Pause.

"Because of how our time works, I know how to. You are going to have taught me."

He shakes his head, laughing softly. "Then my future self is to be thanked. If you are so willing to pleasure me when my own pleasure is still new to me."

"It's because it's still new to you", Athelstan says briskly. "It can be a circle - we can teach you, so that in time you will teach Ragnar."

"I am willing and eager," Ragnar says. "We are willing, even. We can make it a circle and all touch and stroke and hold each other while I search for your peak."

Athelstan, with his notably short refractory period, might even be able to join in again.

Athelstan meant a rather more metaphorical circle than that, but he goes with it with a smile.

"Yes, indeed."

Sinric smiles softly, still unsure at being the centre of such attention. "Who could refuse such an offer?"

"Come here," Ragnar says, smiling at Sinric and holding out his hand.

Athelstan watches, approaching the two of them quietly.

Sinric takes Ragnar's hand and slides closer, stealing a kiss in thanks. "Take me as you will, Lord Ragnar."

Ragnar pulls Sinric close, putting his lips on the nipple of one breast; then, he slides his hand around to Sinric's sweet rear, sliding a finger into the still slick cleft, but not inside yet.

Athelstan joins them, not sure what he'll do yet, but willing.

Sinric reaches for Athelstan, steadying himself as Ragnar touch and lips reduce his voice to a soft moan.

Ragnar now slips his finger inside Sinric's hole, pushing and exploring gently until he's in deep, and crooks the top of his finger.

His lips are still working on that nipple.

Athelstan wraps his arms around Sinric from the other side, giving him all the support he needs.

Sinric shudders and whispers something in Greek. He reaches for Athelstan, needing something to distract himself from the pleasure Ragnar is lighting within him.

Ragnar pushes in a second finger, scissoring them a little.

He starts kissing his way down Sinric's front, very slowly. He doesn't want to hurry Sinric.

Athelstan leans in behind him, kissing the back of his neck comfortingly.

His entrance is still slick with Ragnar's release and open for the taking. Nevertheless Ragnar's touch makes him hitch and gasp.

He reaches for Athelstan's hand, pulling it to his mouth to stifle his moans. He sucks on two of Athelstan's fingers, taking them into his mouth.