Sinric the Wanderer

"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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Their moans are music to him as he takes one and then the other into his mouth, making them slick and wet so he may stoke one as he tastes the other. His free hand roams; to fondle the soft fur of Athelstan's balls, the hard muscles of Ragnar's rear.

{ooc: last one, I swear.}

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Athelstan groans, his hand nearer to Sinric lifting to touch him wherever he can, including him in the pleasure he's causing.

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Ragnar moans, tilting his hip into Sinric's touch, which is bold, but all the more pleasing for it.

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Sinric leans into their touches like a cat, purring softly as he takes Ragnar into his throat. His hand slides between Athelstan's thighs to find the place at the base of his balls, rubbing and massaging to makes his moans louder still.

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Sinric knows what he's doing, all too well, and he gets the desired sounds out of Athelstan.

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Ragnar moans, giving himself over to whatever Sinric means to do.

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Sinric means to make them both moan as much as he can. With a boldness he didn't have with them before today, he swaps - taking Athelstan deep between his lips and teasing the underside of Ragnar's balls, finding the knot of nerves between the fur of his sac and the entrance to his body.

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Athelstan arches against the bed with the sudden rush of sensation as Sinric does that, and he reaches for both men, wanting to have his hands on whatever skin is available.

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Ragnar yelps with sudden, unexpected pleasure, his hands tightening on Athelstan's body. Instinctively, he lifts his leg to allow Sinric better access to that place.

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