Sinric smiles and seeks the oil in the nightstand, knowing they must have something to ease the way.
He settles behind Athelstan as Ragnar embraces him, pressing kisses down the curve of Athelstan's spine as he warms the oil between his own thighs.
He sings softly into Athelstan's skin as he slicks his long fingers, a sensual song that puts one in mind of fragrance incense and forbidden passions glimpsed through gauzy silk drapes.
Slowly he touches, massaging the oil into the skin around Athelstan's hole, coaxing the sensitive nerves to relax under his ministrations. He kisses Athelstan there, brushing his lips over the smooth skin above his most intimate portal as he begins to open him with gentle strokes.
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He settles behind Athelstan as Ragnar embraces him, pressing kisses down the curve of Athelstan's spine as he warms the oil between his own thighs.
He sings softly into Athelstan's skin as he slicks his long fingers, a sensual song that puts one in mind of fragrance incense and forbidden passions glimpsed through gauzy silk drapes.
Slowly he touches, massaging the oil into the skin around Athelstan's hole, coaxing the sensitive nerves to relax under his ministrations. He kisses Athelstan there, brushing his lips over the smooth skin above his most intimate portal as he begins to open him with gentle strokes.