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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[athelstanthescribe]

And while Ragnar's doing that, Athelstan cups Sinric's face in his hands and kisses him deeply, letting the subject - and all other subjects - lie.

[thewidewideworld]

Men are often curious about Sinric's body. As an oddity, as a source of amusement. They want to see, touch, laugh. Rarely do any do this!

Sinric's back arches and he cries into Athelstan's kisses, clinging to him. The small crease of a scar where his balls once were is sensitive and crackles with sparks that shoot up his spine. He curses in Greek, half pulling away from the too bright and to sudden pleasure but pushing towards it in equal parts, torn in half by it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar just wants to please, to get a reaction, to make it worth Sinric's while.

He suckles, and licks, and already has more ideas.

He looks up to catch Athelstan's eyes.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan meets his eyes, still kissing Sinric and with one arm wrapped firmly around him, and reaches with his other hand to take Ragnar's.

[thewidewideworld]

Athelstan's arm around him, holding him here, keeping him from flying away is a great boon.

He buries a hand in Ragnar's hair, not daring to push or pull, just feeling the tight braid and the short bristles. His other hand tightens around Athelstan, more holding that stoking now.

This isn't anything he's use to. He should be pleasuring them instead of them making him moan and writhe and cry out in soft, high notes.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

They're not the kind of people that he is used to, so they do unusual things, like actually care.

Athelstan probably cares just out of the kindness of his heart; Ragnar cares because this is Sinric, a young Sinric who has no idea how important and crucial he is going to have been them.

They need lots of new grammar for Sinric.

Ragnar keeps suckling, thrusting further with his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan cares for everyone, to some degree or another.

"Oriens", he murmurs, pulling away for a moment to look into the young man's eyes, hoping this isn't too much for him.

[thewidewideworld]

It is too much and it shows on his face. The first tore him open but a second will tear him apart. "I...I can't-" There shame in that. Pain he can take, roughness and use too but this care and pleasure is too much. Tears form again, only adding to his shame.

{ooc: damn, work mates are here. Have to pretend to be a responsibile adult. Back in a while.}

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lets go, and looks up at them both.

He bestows a kiss on the inside of Sinric's thigh.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds Sinric, giving him one more gentle kiss.

"I promised you a bath, didn't I?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Please, I don't-" want to stop completely, want to spoil this, want you to think less of me.

He kisses Athelstan then leans in to pull Ragnar into a slow, deep and very expressive kiss. "You bring me more pleasure than I can take all at once." For once it isn't a line to make the other person feel good but the honest truth, uneasy as he might feel about it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar returns the kiss, and then kneels up to kiss Athelstan as well.

He puts his arms around them both, holding them easily. "We can go as slow as you want, or stop this, or just touch without aiming for a peak," he says. "We have time. We don't need to do everything, or anything."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", Athelstan backs him up, looking at Sinric. "The last thing we want is to overwhelm you."

[thewidewideworld]

"Until Athelstan... I didn't know I could peak." He looks to Athelstan with gratitude and a still a little rawness. "It was... a revelation. But one I fear I don't have the strength to open myself to again. Not tonight."

He touches and kisses them in turn. "I desire you both greatly. Desire your pleasure and your company but I cannot face my own pleasure so readily yet."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Athelstan is incredibly wonderful, isn't he?" Ragnar says, great emotion in his voice. "We have time, Oriens. This isn't the only time."

He says that with absolute certainty, and tightens his arms around them both, and then kisses them -- first Athelstan, then Sinric, then Athelstan again...

"I know, I'm not as easy to trust as he is; after all, I'm a large strong Norseman, not a small sweet Saxon."

He doesn't call himself 'Viking' because they're both Vikings.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks faintly embarrassed at the compliments - he'll never really get used to taking them as his due - but smiles.

"I promise you, Oriens, nothing will happen unless you say the word. Would you like to watch us, and perhaps touch a little?"

[thewidewideworld]

He moves onto his knees to face Ragnar. "I desire you, and I trust you." It's himself he doesn't trust. "I like your strength, and your kindness. Another night I look forward to revelling in how giving you are."

"I would love to watch you together, to touch you. I want to pleasure you both as best I can."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

When Athelstan said Would you like to watch us?, Ragnar felt the heat rushing to his groin like a horde of attacking Vikings; his prick visibly jumps at the words. When Sinric agrees, it does so again.

"Hmm, it seems that he down there loves the idea of you not just watching, but even touching while Athelstan and I join," Ragnar says, with a grin. "He is probably quite depraved that way if he wants a witness for desporting himself in Athelstan's hole."

He peers at his swollen prick, and the clear beads appearing on the reddened tip.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I don't believe in depravity any more", Athelstan says softly, "provided it does no harm to anyone."

[thewidewideworld]

"فلا إثم في الفرح الذي يضر أحدا" He whispers in the rolling tongue of the Arabs. "There is no sin in joy that harms none."

He leans in to press a kiss to the tip of Ragnar's prick, tasting the beads of lust, the gesture almost a benediction.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"There's some people I wouldn't like..." Ragnar starts, but ends in a gasp at that kiss.

Pause.

"But I do not, seriously, think myself -- depraved," he adds, stopping for another gasp. "Especially not -- with you two!"

The first chance they get, Ragnar will tell Athelstan what exactly is so very, very special about Sinric, of all people.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Well, those people", Athelstan says lightly, "will never be in our bedchamber."

He moves in towards Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases back to make way for Athelstan. "Earl Ragnar, will you allow me to ready Athelstan for you?" He asks, very softly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"If you'd like to, yes," Ragnar says.

He leans in for a long kiss to Athelstan's lips, taking him in his arms as he does so.

His prick is eager at the thought of simply being guided into an open, ready Athelstan. But even apart from that -- Sinric should do what he wants, touch in ways he feels safe in. One day, Ragnar will see the face he makes at the pinnacle of pleasure; there is no hurry.

Ragnar knows, as he's already seen it, years ago.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan moves willingly into Ragnar's arms, looking back at Sinric.

"Do as you will, Oriens, I put myself in your hands."