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[thewidewideworld]

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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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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is still catching his breath, but he manages to return Sinric's grin encouragingly, leaning back to watch this.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gasps with pleasure, too lost in sensation to realise those two are plotting something.

The sweet, forbidden pleasure is completely fogging up his mind. He hasn't felt anything like that any more since before Lagertha left; she would sometimes put a finger there.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric keeps a hand on Athenian, stroking and touching him to keep him connected as he strives to make Ragnar moan in need.

His sharp little tongue, strong with use traces the puckers and whirls of Ragnar's entrance, getting him wet and slick. He edges in, little flicks of his tongue and lips teasing the tight muscles to let him in deeper.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns on his side without pulling away from Sinric's hand, but reaches over to run a hand over Sinric's inner thigh as the younger man works on Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans helplessly and clings to Athelstan as best he may, completely lost to the sensations Sinric is so boldly creating in him.

"What...?" he mumbles, before gasping again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper, holding Ragnar's cheeks apart to explore him as thoroughly as he can.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans over to give Ragnar a soft kiss, really just a brush of lips.

"Don't question it, my lord", he whispers. "Just enjoy it."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is too far gone to even realise he'd said that aloud, or to remember what the question had been. "Yes," he answers. "Yes. Oh, yes!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric slides a finger along side his tongue, wet and slick and easy as he uses it to pleasure Ragnar deeper. His clever little tongue coils around the digit, lapping and teasing with shallow little thrusts.

Ragnar's moans are honey and wine to him, drinking them in.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's eyes are fixed on Ragnar's face, drinking in his pleasure in his own way, even as he strokes Sinric's skin.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

It's almost strange, to do nothing and just feel and lie quiet, letting Sinric do his delightful work on his body. Ragnar wonders briefly how that can be a pleasure for the other two -- but then he forgets the question in a new wave of all-encompassing sensation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric adds a second finger, as slick and easy as the first. His lips ease down the nuzzle at the base of Ragnar's balls, lips wet as he crooks his fingers just so.

Not enough to drive Ragnar over the edge, not yet but enough to let him feel just how good it can be to let someone else do the pleasuring.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is drawing his pleasure by proxy, seeing Ragnar's face and from time to time kissing him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's breath is coming loud, and harshly; and when Sinric crooks his finger, he moans loudly with pleasure. He is holding on to Athelstan almost desperately now, so utterly lost in what he is feeling. His back arches; he simply can't not move under this onslaught of sensation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves his fingers deeper, thrusting them in slow slides to brush that place in passing.

He glances up at Athelstan through long lashes and mouths the words He's yours.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan smiles at Sinric, stroking Ragnar's hands and leaning down to kiss him again without breaking eye contact with Sinric, hoping to convey that he's more than willing to share.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Sinric probably meant something different; and Ragnar, finally understanding what this is all about, is more than ready for it.

"Please," he moans. "More!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses the curve of Ragnar's rear and draws away. "That is something Athelstan should give you, Earl Ragnar."

He slides off the bed to rinse his mouth with wine before rejoining them.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's eyes widen, because he's never thought of this as a possibility, but slowly he shifts over to straddle Ragnar where he lies.

"May I", he whispers, "my lord?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his hips towards him.

"Yes," he moans, "Athelstan, please, yes!"

He turns his neck and looks at him imploringly.

So it's happening sooner rather than later.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kneels on the corner of the bed in front of Ragnar, letting them find their own balance and comfort. This is no small thing for Ragnar, or for Athelstan and he will offer what support he can.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is nothing but careful and gentle, knowing this can only be Ragnar's first time this way, as he begins to press into him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his hip to meet him, moaning.

Yes, he wants this!

He reaches out for Sinric, needing to touch flesh in some way.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves to him, pulling him into a kiss and drinking his moans. "Do you wish to be inside me, as Athelstan is inside you?"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is quite open to this, kissing the back of Ragnar's neck as he eases into him.