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]

Athelstan takes his hand, fingers caressing his palm, and with the other hand passes the bottle to Ragnar.

"Best to keep your eyes closed", he says to Sinric. "You'll know how it can sting."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar puts a bit of the stuff on his hand, and works up a lather.

"Sit up a little so I can soap your hair," he then says, lifting his arm and starting to rub the rich, creamy foam into Sinric's hair.

There are so simple ways of spoiling and pleasing somebody...

[thewidewideworld]

He obeys as they instruct, trusting them perhaps more than he should and yet...

And yet he feels safer in their company than he can ever remember feeling, even with Constantine.

He tangles his fingers in Athelstan's, pulling him close.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans over and kisses him briefly and gently, an indicator that they only plan to take care of him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is gently working his fingers through Sinric's hair and scalp, holding him secure.

He looks at Athelstan with a small, loving smile, and blinks his eyes slowly once, like a cat, and hopes that Athelstan understands that Ragnar finds him quite marvellous, and loves him very much.-

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs a little, like a cat himself as Ragnar washes him. He pulls Athelstan against him, wanting to feel the warmth of both of them.

One hand drifts down Athelstan's flank, cupping the curve of his rear. He finds himself aching to touch them.

[athelstanthescribe]

"You can", Athelstan whispers in his ear. "When the soap's washed away and you can open your eyes, you can do whatever pleases you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Lean back, so I can rinse out your hair," Ragnar says, moving his arm sideways again so Sinric's hair can easily float in the water.

[thewidewideworld]

He trusts his weight utterly to Ragnar, smiling warmly at Athelstan's whisper. "And what can I do for you in return for this kindness, Earl Ragnar?"

{ooc: going to bed, I swear!}

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan waits for the answer, raising his eyebrows at Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You don't need to do anything, Oriens," Ragnar says. "Just lean back and enjoy. I expect nothing, and will be happy to do anything you suggest because you want it. You have good ideas."

Something coils and wibbles deep in his belly at the very idea of Athelstan entering him. He doesn't quite know if it's a good or a bad wibble, but he will find out, one day, before death.

Also, this is Sinric -- without him, they wouldn't be here. Ragnar already owes the future version of this sweet creature in his arms a great debt, for pointing him towards one of the two great loves of his life.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes his head and laughs, water beading down his shoulders and breasts.

He reaches for Athelstan, pulling him close so he is pressed between the northmen. "What I want is not to wake from this dream, to hold onto it for as long as I can." The soap and bubbles makes his skin slick and he rubs between them hotly.

He wants them inside him, he wants to feel them. For fear this is some fleeting moment is no more substantial that the skin of the bubbles around them. Too beautiful, too unreal.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan presses back against him.

"Then until you feel you must go back through your door, stay with us."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar reaches out, pulling Athelstan close to kiss him deeply; with the other hand, he reaches around to stroke Sinric's breasts, inserting his hand between the two of them as to rub the nipple nearest to his reach.

"You are welcome with us," Ragnar says.

He must speak with Athelstan alone, and soon; but that will happen.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans, arching into the touch. His shapely buttocks rub against Ragnar's groin as nuzzles Athelstan's neck.

It's too much; their kindness, their welcome. He doesn't know how to deal with it so for now, he doesn't. Instead he focuses on them and on the simpler pleasures of the body.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan runs his hands over Sinric's body, over every inch of skin he can reach.

He can see the confusion in Sinric's eyes, so stops talking.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans and rubs against Ragnar, letting his prick slide back and forwards over the little ridge of scar that makes up all his lost manhood.

He kisses Athelstan's neck, kissing down to lap at his nipples. Bending forward only presses him rear tighter still to Ragnar, his hole open and ready for the taking.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan murmurs his enjoyment of that, bending his head to Sinric's neck in turn as he shifts forward a little towards him.

[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.