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]

Ragnar runs a big, warm hand down Athelstan's bare back, getting even bolder.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks Sinric.

He kisses Athelstan once more.

"In that case, we could come a bit closer. and keep you company."

Another look at Athelstan, to make sure he's on board with that development -- without even knowing who Sinric is.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's already slept with Sinric, and if it's what Ragnar wants... and besides, he has to admit the idea is intriguing.

He takes Ragnar's hand and steps towards the bed. "We wouldn't want you to get cold."

[thewidewideworld]

"How can I not like what I see when you're both so stunning. Like an oak and an ash tree entwined." He shimmies back, perching on the foot of the bed to give them space and let them lead as they wish.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"That is a lovely image you have for us," Ragnar says, settling on the bed and pulling Athelstan with him for another kiss, and a bolder touch running all the way down his front.

[athelstanthescribe]

"He's a poet", Athelstan says softly as the kiss ends. "A little songbird."

[thewidewideworld]

A song bird he is and can be. Sinric starts to sing softly, a lilting song in Arabic about a hunter whose loves is turned into a deer, cursed to chase and never catch.

He whispers kisses over Athelstan's shoulders as he sings, brushing fingers through his long brown hair as Ragnar touches him. Beyond that, he waits to see what they've will permit of him in their coupling.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Sinric doesn't know who he is, either -- and probably needs to be put at ease, young as he is.

Ragnar winks at him over Athelstan's shoulder.

"You needn't stay dressed," he says.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns his head to look for Sinric, reaching backwards for his hand.

"Unless you want to, of course."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses Athelstan's shoulder again, squeezing his hand. Still singing, he reaches for the brooches and lets the cloth fall, revealing his full form to Ragnar for the first time (for him anyway).

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Bad Ragnar, in turn, remembers.

Still kissing Athelstan, he reaches out to touch Sinric's breasts, rubbing the soft, generous nubs of his nipples with callused fingers.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns to take both men into his arms, including them both in this and allowing space for them to touch each other.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves to be closer to them, still singing though the song drifts into moans as Ragnar's hard hand finds him.

His own hands move - the Ragnar's thighs, to Athelstan's chest, ready and willing to pleasure them both.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kneels up to unceremoniously loosen his breeches, which he then easily sheds -- he's been the only one still wearing clothes at all, and now this has been remedied.

Ragnar remembers well how sensitive Sinric used to be -- is, really -- and he does like nipples, too.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan reaches out further to touch both men - one hand brushing Ragnar's on Sinric's chest, the other between Ragnar's legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pants, feeling himself falling with them both touching him. He leans in to hide his face in Ragnar's thighs, following the path of Athelstan's hand with kisses, even as his own hand slides between Athelstan's thighs.

The pleasure of his mouth is something he does well and enjoys, losing himself in the smell and taste of another. But for now he settles for kissing Ragnar's thighs and hip, waiting for permission to go further.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oriens," Ragnar says, almost softly. "Come here; let me touch you! I am curious."

He turns his head to kiss Athelstan.

He remembers Sinric -- and yes, he remembers the physical details. And he doesn't want to be pleasured without giving pleasure. That's not how you sex, by Ragnar's book.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him back, deeply, without taking his hand off Sinric.

The three of them are in a rough circle, all touching.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves back into place in the circle of touch. Athelstan's earlier pleasuring has left him off balanced and confused so he lets instinct and habit take over.

His smoky eyes half closed, he leans into their kiss, nuzzling first Athelstan's neck and then Ragnar. His soft lips and hot little tongue find the curve of their necks and the hollows of their collarbones, pressing into their touches with needy little moans.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is not in the habit of providing certainty and sameness much, so if Sinric was hoping for what he knows, he might get disappointed.

Still kissing Athelstan, Ragnar pulls Sinric closer and then gently slides a large hand between his legs, feeling for the small pricklet he knows to be there.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hand is still between Ragnar's legs, the other gently stroking Sinric's breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans, suprised by the touch. He's still so over sensitised from before, the sensation threatens to overwhelm him for a moment.

He reaches for Athelstan for stability, feeling the rough calluses of Ragnar's hand, drowning his soft cry in Athelstan's lips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar puts his free hand on Athelstan's hip, stroking his buttocks and side and back to complete the circle.

He very gently works that little snail-like thing between Sinric's legs, pulling at the front as with a man, rubbing at the back as with a woman; everything easily fits into his hand to be caressed.

Dipping his head, he joins their kiss, sideways.

[athelstanthescribe]

Sinric seems very young even to Athelstan, and very vulnerable, inspiring protectiveness as well as attraction.

He kisses them both, drawing them in towards him.

[thewidewideworld]

The slightly messy three-way kiss brings a smile to Sinric's lips and a purr to his throat.

He moves with Athelstan, finally mastering himself enough to manage both hands. He moves to stroke Athelstan, as his other hand finds the hard nubs of Ragnar's nipples. He arches into Ragnar's touch, tiny prick hardening again. "You work me so well." He moans, for once not a lie on his lips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I like to give pleasure as much as I like getting it," Ragnar says, keeping his touch gentle -- for the moment.

He gasps at the touch on his nipples, and smiles to himself -- the kind of smile that at least Athelstan will know means Ragnar is having ideas.