Sinric pants, feeling himself falling with them both touching him. He leans in to hide his face in Ragnar's thighs, following the path of Athelstan's hand with kisses, even as his own hand slides between Athelstan's thighs.

The pleasure of his mouth is something he does well and enjoys, losing himself in the smell and taste of another. But for now he settles for kissing Ragnar's thighs and hip, waiting for permission to go further.