Sinric the Wanderer

"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."

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"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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"I am willing and eager," Ragnar says. "We are willing, even. We can make it a circle and all touch and stroke and hold each other while I search for your peak."

Athelstan, with his notably short refractory period, might even be able to join in again.

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Athelstan meant a rather more metaphorical circle than that, but he goes with it with a smile.

"Yes, indeed."

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Sinric smiles softly, still unsure at being the centre of such attention. "Who could refuse such an offer?"

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"Come here," Ragnar says, smiling at Sinric and holding out his hand.

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Athelstan watches, approaching the two of them quietly.

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Sinric takes Ragnar's hand and slides closer, stealing a kiss in thanks. "Take me as you will, Lord Ragnar."

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Ragnar pulls Sinric close, putting his lips on the nipple of one breast; then, he slides his hand around to Sinric's sweet rear, sliding a finger into the still slick cleft, but not inside yet.

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Athelstan joins them, not sure what he'll do yet, but willing.

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Sinric reaches for Athelstan, steadying himself as Ragnar touch and lips reduce his voice to a soft moan.

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Ragnar now slips his finger inside Sinric's hole, pushing and exploring gently until he's in deep, and crooks the top of his finger.

His lips are still working on that nipple.

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Athelstan wraps his arms around Sinric from the other side, giving him all the support he needs.

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Sinric shudders and whispers something in Greek. He reaches for Athelstan, needing something to distract himself from the pleasure Ragnar is lighting within him.

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Ragnar pushes in a second finger, scissoring them a little.

He starts kissing his way down Sinric's front, very slowly. He doesn't want to hurry Sinric.

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Athelstan leans in behind him, kissing the back of his neck comfortingly.

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His entrance is still slick with Ragnar's release and open for the taking. Nevertheless Ragnar's touch makes him hitch and gasp.

He reaches for Athelstan's hand, pulling it to his mouth to stifle his moans. He sucks on two of Athelstan's fingers, taking them into his mouth.

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Ragnar reaches Sinric's navel, and gives it a little lick.

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Athelstan gives over his hand for whatever Sinric wants to do, brushing his face with the free fingers of that hand.

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The lick sends a little shiver through him, vibrating around Athelstan's fingers as he stifles himself on them. He would do better with Athelstan's prick if he could.

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Slowly and warmly, Ragnar kisses his way down all over Sinric's lower belly, moving his fingers inside him all the while.

As he turns his head, now and then, he peers to see just how perky that little snail is yet.

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Athelstan moves around them, gently nudging Ragnar just a little to one side without interrupting what he's doing or taking his fingers out of Sinric's mouth, until he's facing Sinric.

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