Sinric still sings, pressing kisses over Athelstan's flesh as he adds a second finger. He has a gift for this, for easing the way without discomfort. His fingers move within like dancers, moving apart and coming together to ease the path.
Finally he reaches the end of his song, knowing that Athelstan is slick and ready. Even the roughest handling would not cause him to ache wrongly now, not that he would fear that of Ragnar.
He kisses the curve of Athelstan's neck and whispers to him in the tongue of the Saxons. "Go to your lover. Revel in each other."
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Date: 2015-06-10 12:31 pm (UTC)Finally he reaches the end of his song, knowing that Athelstan is slick and ready. Even the roughest handling would not cause him to ache wrongly now, not that he would fear that of Ragnar.
He kisses the curve of Athelstan's neck and whispers to him in the tongue of the Saxons. "Go to your lover. Revel in each other."
{ooc: goodnight lovelies.}