For Sinric

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's room is almost pathologically neat, the bed made and everything in its place.

He stands aside to let Sinric in, the bathroom door standing open to reveal the huge sunken bath inside.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

With Sinric bending like that, cupping both his breasts and rubbing his nipples becomes even easier.

Ragnar's prick, nudged like that, slides in with a minimum of friction or push, as easily as it would into a woman. But he halts, as if only noticing what's happening after the fact.

Any movement from Sinric will show him what he really wants.

[thewidewideworld]

"Athelstan, please... I desire... will you take my mouth as Ragnar takes my-" He presses back against Ragnar, making it very clear this is exactly what he wants.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan says simply, because this is about not only what Sinric consents to, but what he wants. He moves back again, then with a thought to not drowning him, sits on the side of the bath.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts up, one hand now at Sinric's hip while the other still strokes his breasts and nipples.

Athelstan at the side of the bath is a sight to spur him on even further; his gaze falls to his lover's groin, and stays there.

Athelstan's cock is actually very beautiful, at least in Ragnar's biased opinion.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moan and reaches back to Ragnar, keeping him close as he moves towards Athelstan. Hands braced on Athelstan's thighs, he bends, pushing his rear towards Ragnar to take him deeper.

He laps at the head of Athelstan's cock, hungry for the taste of him. Clean skin and musk, he moans and takes Athelstan into his throat.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan moans at that in turn, one hand flat on the tiles to keep himself upright and the other in Sinric's hair

His eyes go to Ragnar's face.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar looks up at him, eyes clouded with intense pleasure.

He blinks once, slowly, again.

He angles his thrusts into Sinric as to hit the spot that will give him pleasure, as best he can.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric devotes himself to pleasuring Athelstan, to tasting every part of him, from root to crown. He takes Athelstan into his throat, holding him there tightly.

Ragnar's thrusts rock him deeply, pushing groans and soft cries from his lungs to vibrate down Athelstan's cock.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's difficult for Athelstan to take Sinric's mouth the way he asked, in his somewhat precarious position, but he does try. He doesn't hold back the sounds of his pleasure, eyes locked with Ragnar's.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Feeling the urgent need to close the circle, Ragnar reaches out to touch the nearer of Athelstan's knees, helping to steady him in his odd position on the ledge.

He thrusts, aiming for more moans from Sinric, while holding his lover's gaze.

[thewidewideworld]

He wants to take them to the bed and make this easier, to feel them deeper and harder.

But he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. Not now. He chokes his moans out around Athelstan's shaft, skilled enough it the art of pleasuring a man with his mouth that he doesn't need Athelstan's thrusts to bring him to the edge.

Or to endure the wondrous pleasure of being taken as he does. Every thrust draws out a gasping moan that only adds to Athelstan's pleasure.

[athelstanthescribe]

There will be other times for the bed.

Athelstan groans, low in his throat, as his fingers tangle further in Sinric's hair.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Moaning softly himself, Ragnar thrusts up. The hand on Sinric moves lower, to massage circles over his belly; but he won't go lower than that without encouragement.

"Athelstan," he says. "Oriens."

[thewidewideworld]

He gently reaches down and guides Ragnar's hand back up to his breasts. He still can't, it's still too soon. But he wants Ragnar's hand on him.

He wants their seed in him, both of them. He wants their pleasure, all of it.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's getting it, as Athelstan tilts back a little in his pleasure, steadied only by his hand and Ragnar's on his knee.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's callused fingers lavish great attention on Sinric's nipples -- if that is what he wants, he shall have it!

He leans forward, still thrusting, to kiss Sinirc's spine between the shoulder blades; but he looks up as not to lose sight of Athelstan, so lovely and moving in his pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sucks and swallows, relishing every drop and lap of taste, feeling Athelstan tremble under his hands, under his lips, feeling Ragnar's thrusts push him further onto Athelstan's prick.

Perfect.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is being as gentle as he can, but his passion is rising and overtaking his thoughts.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts up more powerfully as well, his prick sliding into Sinric all the way to the hilt with eery thrust.

He won't be long now.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no need for gentle, no desire for waiting. He wants to ache in all the best ways. He wants to feel them when he moves, to remind himself it's real. He wants their pleasure more than he can bear his own.

{ooc: logging off, I swear!}

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands tighten in his hair as he draws close to the edge, pulling hard.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar can't contain his pleasure any more -- he spills his seed into Sinric's hole, with a great bellow of utter abandon, burying his prick to the hilt as the hot spurts release deep into the warm, welcoming body.

He spills, and spills, and spills some more, with great abandon; it takes a number of heartbeats until he is done.

[thewidewideworld]

The heat and force of Ragnar's release makes Sinric cry out, his throat tight and humming around Athelstan as he seeks to draw him over the edge too.

[athelstanthescribe]

He feels Ragnar's release even with Sinric's body between them, and Sinric's pleasure more directly, and the two combine to push him over into peaking.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gasps, clinging to both of them, unable to speak.