Sinric sings on, a lilting, happy song of pleasure. He kisses and touches them both, very gently and easily. He doesn't feel left out or neglected, happy to bask in the warmth of their coupling.

He moves behind Athelstan and presses against his back, molding himself to his body. He reaches around, wrapping an arm around him to slide a hand between them, stroking Athelstan slowly.