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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[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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan does know, and he's a bit distracted at the moment, but not enough to miss that.

"Oh, Oriens, he's planning something", he says, amused.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs again and breaks the kiss to lap at those nippples with his swift little kitten tongue. "Mmm, I like the sound of that."

His hand moves slowly on Athelstan, keeping him hot but away from the edge. He has a feeling there is much more to be had before they come to that fall.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Oh yes, there is more to be had here, and they can take it as slow as they want to.

Ragnar postpones his plans just for a moment, enjoying those little licks too much to break contact yet.

He turns his head to kiss Athelstan again.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him back, a brush of lips that turns deeper, then turns to press a kiss to Oriens' skin.

"It's a shame we can't keep you", he says playfully.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm a costly pet to keep." He answers flippantly, secretly wishing it too. He pushes down that thought and sucks lightly then a little harder on Ragnar's nipples, brushing his thumb over the slit of Athelstan's cock at the same moment.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hand keeps moving as he gasps at the roughening touch of Sinric's lips.

"You'll come back to us eventually," he says, hoping that Sinric understands this as something to happen in Milliways, and Athelstan might finally be able to place the name as that of the nigh-legendary wanderer who set everything in motion before the two of them even met.

If they kept him right away, that wouldn't happen.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods, his head falling back in the pleasure of Sinric's touch.

"You can escape from Leo, I know you can."

[thewidewideworld]

At Athelstan's words he breaks off his explorations of Ragnar's chest to kiss the dark haired Northumbrian passionately. It matters to him that Athelstan understands; that he has faith in Sinric. But also that Sinric needs Athelstan not to speak because he can't think about Leo right now. There can't be fear when he's enjoying their company so much.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes the absence of that distracting and highly pleasurable touch as a chance to finally do what he's thought of earlier.

He slides down, lying on his side, and pushes his bearded chin up against the soft skin of Sinric's crotch.

He takes that small pricklet between his lips to suckle it into his mouth, then sticks out his tongue to lick deeper between Sinric's thighs.

[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.