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 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.

[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?"