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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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[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.

[athelstanthescribe]

And Athelstan releases his wrists and kisses his lips again.

[thewidewideworld]

There are tears in Sinric's eye, tears for a joy he has no words for. He clings to Athelstan, shaken and flushed, still breathing fast.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar makes his way up Simric"s front and finally comes to join their languid, sated kisses.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan makes room for him, greeting him with a kiss over Sinric's body.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric, still shaken, reaches to pull them both into his arms, wanting to be held safe between them as the come down from this great high washes over him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds them both and strokes them while kissing both of them in turn.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan smiles.

"Feeling all right, Sinric?"

[thewidewideworld]

It takes him a couple of attempts to form words and Sinric looks at him with playful exasperation. "You expect me to speak after that?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No, we don't, and you didn't just speak, either," Ragnar chuckles.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan grins at him.

"Not until you could manage a sentence."

[thewidewideworld]

He scrunches his nose at them and kisses them both deeply before snuggling down between them, purring contentedly.