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[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

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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[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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans wildly at the feeling.

"... not too complicated?" he manages to say, to Sinric's question.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes his head and wriggles under Ragnar, his back pressed against Ragnar's chest. He spreads himself, open and ready to be taken. It will be easy for Ragnar to enter him.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is a little worried about Sinric being squashed under both their weight, and moves a bit to the side in an effort to avoid that, so that more of his weight is on the bed than on Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lifts his hip to securely catch Athelstan's weight with his strong thighs, and thrusting forwards towards Sinric.

Knowing Sinric, he will be ready, and the entrance will be smooth, as into a woman, so he doesn't even try to fumble with his hands in the first place.

His dexterity is out of order from all the sensations inside him, anyway.

[thewidewideworld]

He is ready and braced to take their weight. He has does this before and with heavier men than them. Ragnar enters him smoothly, ringing a high, warm moan from his throat.

Knees spread and arms stretches out before him, he moves slowly, thrusting back to envelop Ragnar utterly.

[athelstanthescribe]

And, slowly and carefully still, Athelstan begins to thrust into Ragnar, a little further in each time.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

With each of Athelstan's thrusts, Ragnar moves backwards to meet it; with each of Sinric's thrusts, forward.

It takes him a moment, but then he finds a rhythm, and a strange sort of clarity that comes from moving between them, doing something, not simply taking what is given.

It's the plateau. "This is lovely," Ragnar declares. "I could do this all night!"

[thewidewideworld]

"And I, very ready to serve you, my Lord." Sinric purrs, arching his back to take Ragnar deeper.

He makes a lovely image - this smooth and pale skinned youth stretched out before Ragnar like a cat, the Earl's prick vanishing into his perfect heart shaped rear with every thrust.