Sinric the Wanderer

Ragnar drinks his mead and watches them, with a wide, happy grin.

They are very lovely to look at, and while he may have an argument with Athelstan to finish before they can have proper make-up sex, he is sure that some touching, kissing and pleasure will be forthcoming.

But even so, just looking at them is a pleasure in and of itself.

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Sinric nuzzles Athelstan's neck and kisses the turn of his throat. "I hope you will let me show my appreciation later?" He whispers softly. He kisses Athelstan again before getting up to settle in Ragnar's lap and doing the same, kissing him deeply and confidently.

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"Oh yes", Athelstan murmurs, watching them. "Whatever you want to do."

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Ragnar holds him in his arms, warm and safe, and kisses him back; he likes Sinric's newfound confidence.

"You seem to know what you want," he murmurs.

He leans in and kisses Sinric slowly, with open mouth and teasing tongue, softly and wetly, clearly making it a bit of a show for Athelstan.

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Sinric returns the kiss in kind, letting little moans and sighs escape his throat.

He has a future. It's like seeing land after months lost at sea. He knows, not where he's going so much as that he has somewhere to go to. Ribe, via the world. The lost little bird trapped his cage now has a mission and sun to fly by. It makes all the difference to him.

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It's like watching a flower open in all its beauty.

Athelstan gets up, eventually, and comes to crouch at their side so he can touch them both.

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Ragnar reaches down to touch Athelstan's cheek and neck while he keeps kissing Sinric and stroking his back with his fingers, safely holding him on his lap.

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"Take me to your bed?" He asks, switching over to kiss Athelstan as Ragnar holds him. "Let me show you how glad I am for what you've given me."

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Athelstan reaches for him, smiling, to help him up as they kiss.

"I'd like that, if our lord here would."

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"I would," Ragnar says, his voice already thick with desire.

So is his prick, which Sinric might feel as he moves over to Athelstan's touch.

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Oh, Sinric feels it, grinding against him with a subtle roll of his hips as kisses Athelstan deeply.

He rises slowly and steps back from them, slowly removing the clips of his gown to let it fall. With complete awareness of his body he walks to the bed, keeping in full view of them. Narrow hips and long hair swishing to beckon them to follow.

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Athelstan reaches for Ragnar's hand now, the previous argument not forgotten but set aside for the time being.

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No, they will have to discuss it and maybe even be angry again for a little before they come up with a plan together; but that doesn't have to keep them from enjoying each other and Sinric, and it will not lessen their feelings for each other, either.

"I love you," Ragnar says, quietly, as he squeezes Athelstan's hand and gets up from the chair.

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Sinric makes a show of leaning over the bed to straighten the pillows, on knee on the bed, displaying his lean body. From this angle, there is nothing to show his masculinity, his billowing chest and pert behind are as curved and shapely as any woman.

With a flick of his golden hair, he smiles to them. Welcoming, beckoning, encouraging.

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"And I, you", Athelstan murmurs back, and hand in hand, he and Ragnar approach the bed and Sinric... who is clearly playing this up for all it's worth.

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Ragnar makes an appreciative noise in his throat; he likes what he's seeing.

He squeezes Athelstan's hand again, and gives him a little smile.

"Yes, let's spoil each other rotten!" he murmurs.

Sinric shall have what he wants...

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Sinric smiles over his shoulder and turns to face them. After all they seem to like all of him, rather than just the parts that look like a woman.

He looks them both over, enjoying their nearness, their warmth. They care, and not out of gain for themselves. He begins to undress them, pulling at laces and running his fingers over pale skin as it's revealed to him.

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Athelstan shifts as necessary to give Sinric access to the laces, letting him do as he likes.

"We shall see you happy, Sinric."

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"We shall," Ragnar says. "In the future as well as right now."

He watches Sinric touching Athelstan, and Athelstan's skin being bared.

"Doing what you really want to do."

He sits on the bed, waiting for his turn.

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Sinric catches Ragnar's hand and pulls him back with a light tug, beginning to undress him too. "This is what I desire."

He works quickly to bare them both, leading them to the bed so they lay side by side, facing each other.

Making room between their legs to kneel, he takes their manhoods, close enough for tips to touch and begins to kiss and lick them both.

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This is yet another new experience, and without interrupting what Sinric's doing, Athelstan leans in to kiss Ragnar.

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Ragnar responds eagerly to the kiss, once more reminding himself to not doubt what Sinric says he wants. Eventually, he will have his way with that tiny, perky prick -- he knows, because he already did, in Sinric's future.

Sinric will surely show when he is ready; and from what he's doing now, Ragnar is soon moaning against Athelstan's lips.

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