Sinric the Wanderer

The feeling is becoming almost too much and Sinric slides his free hand down beneath himself to cup the little snail, his face buried in the bedding with each thrust. His moans become cries now, muffled and high.

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It's a good sign, Athelstan thinks, that Sinric is embracing the pleasure rather than fleeing or being overwhelmed by it.

"Kiss him", he murmurs in Ragnar's ear."

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Still moving smoothly between them, Ragnar bends forwards to do so, kissing Sinric warmly and deeply.

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Sinric whimpers into the kiss, his breath catching and heart racing. "Please!" He doesn't know what he is begging for; release or relief but his body tighten around Ragnar's prick.

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Athelstan strokes his shoulder, moving with smooth and complete confidence inside Ragnar now.

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Ragnar strokes Sinric's breast and keeps thrusting, aiming for that sweet spot each time, especially now that he feel Sinric tighten around him.

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Sinric writhes. He cannot, will not the first of them to fall. He clenches tight and pushes back in an effort to milk Ragnar's release from him.

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Athelstan peers at Sinric, then starts to laugh quietly as he realises what's going on, and joins in the effort to send Ragnar over the edge first.

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"NO!!" Ragnar shouts, when he realises what they are doing; "YES!!!" he shouts, immediately afterwards, as the two of them squeeze and push so inexorably, he spills hotly and copiously into Sinric's hole while clenching powerfully around Athelstan.

He howls, arches, writhes with the pleasure of his double-sided release; but he does manage to put in a few more thrusts to Sinric's sweet spot before he's finished.

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Sinric pants and moans, loving the wet heat of Ragnar filling him. He sighs and lets himself be pressed forward onto the bed as Athelstan chases his own release.

A respite from the intensity of Ragnar's thrusts lets him catch his breath a little at least.

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It's not much longer before Athelstan finds it, and his movements slow as he comes down.

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Ot takes Ragnar a while to finally find his breath again.

"That was..." he says.

Pause. He can't even begin to say what it was.

"Sinric? Did we squash you? You did not..?"

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Sinric chuckles and slides out a little to makes room for them to lay down better. He clenches and groans softly, feeling the heat of Ragnar's release on his thigh. "I'm content. I enjoyed that very much."

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Athelstan withdraws from Ragnar to lie by his side.

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

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"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.

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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.

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

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

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

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

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"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."

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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."

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"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."

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