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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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes are wide and blown, his breathing rough as he pants around Athelstan's fingers. He's starting to harden under Ragnar's attention, whimpering softly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar crooks his fingers again, rubbing and pushing inside Sinric.

After a few more kisses, he gives a very tentative lick to the tip of Sinric's tiny pricklet.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan watches this, with no jealousy but no little desire.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers richly, hardening fast under Ragnar's licks and kisses. He pulls away from Athelstan's hand, pulling him into a kiss instead.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar licks at the tip of that little snail again, just tongue-tip to prick-tip, as he'd lick a woman's seat of pleasure.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses Sinric deeply, a steadying presence giving much more familiar pleasures.

[thewidewideworld]

Which is exactly what Athelstan needs - something familiar to cling to. The little licks make him shiver and jerk, crying out softly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes the tip of that pricklet between his lips, as he'd do with a nipple, and suckles softly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's arms slip, only a little awkwardly, around Sinric as he keeps kissing him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric starts to keen softly against Athelstan's lips, unable to keep it on. He catches Athelstan's hands, guiding them to his wrists.

He wants to be held down, to have control and choice taken away so he doesn't have to fight the feelings Ragnar has kindled inside him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Still suckling, Ragnar slips out his tongue a little and licks along the underside of that little prick, tongue-tip rubbing over the small scar.

[athelstanthescribe]

If that's what he wants, enough to physically indicate it, that's what he'll get.

Gently but firmly, Athelstan presses Sinric's hands down into the bed.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans freely and brokenly, writhing as Ragnar's tongue teases the sensitive scar. Being held down gives him exactly the freedom he needs - the freedom to enjoy the feeling. "Yes, yes!" He pants, tossing his golden hair.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar suckles the little prick completely into his mouth now, tilting his chin to help his tongue explore further between Siric's legs, the tip meeting his moving fingers at the rim of Sinric's stretched hole.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan strokes Sinric's hair and kisses him, content enough with what they've already done to leave this time for Sinric and Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's breath on Athelstan's lips becomes quicker, rougher. He can feel that strange tension inside him growing. Frightening and wonderful and out of control. He grips Athelstan's hand to his wrists tighter, needing that anchor as he feels it begin to overcome him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar, noticing the reaction, starts licking faster an sucking stronger.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds Sinric down more firmly, but still ready to let him go at a moment's notice.

[thewidewideworld]

His peak comes over him like a lightning bolt from Olympus. His back arches, tight as a bow-string. His cry is heartbreaking open, tearing from his very soul.

The issue from his tiny prick is almost nothing and tasteless but it's effect on him is shattering.

He falls back to the bed with a sob, utterly spent.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lets go of that spe t little snail and kisses his way up Sinric's belly again, warm and gentle.