Ragnar opens his legs a little more to let Sinric get as close as he wants.

He feels his arousal rising again from the touch; his prick slips between Sinric's buttocks and thighs as it hardens, sliding all the way forwards, as there's nothing it would nudge against to stop it.

If this is what Sinric wants, he'll let him have it.

His other hand strokes Athelstan's shoulders, keeping Sinric between them embraced from both sides.