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]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and seeks the oil in the nightstand, knowing they must have something to ease the way.

He settles behind Athelstan as Ragnar embraces him, pressing kisses down the curve of Athelstan's spine as he warms the oil between his own thighs.

He sings softly into Athelstan's skin as he slicks his long fingers, a sensual song that puts one in mind of fragrance incense and forbidden passions glimpsed through gauzy silk drapes.

Slowly he touches, massaging the oil into the skin around Athelstan's hole, coaxing the sensitive nerves to relax under his ministrations. He kisses Athelstan there, brushing his lips over the smooth skin above his most intimate portal as he begins to open him with gentle strokes.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds Athelstan and kisses him, watching Athelstan's eyes as Sinric starts touching him.

Having Sinric with them feels just so right.

Oh, how Sinric will laugh inside, many years in his personal future, when he finds a young and relatively clueless Ragnar in a tavern...

[athelstanthescribe]

His pupils dilate as Sinric starts to touch him, and he's visibly caught between moving forward into Ragnar's arms and back into Sinric's touch, since he can't do both.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric still sings, pressing kisses over Athelstan's flesh as he adds a second finger. He has a gift for this, for easing the way without discomfort. His fingers move within like dancers, moving apart and coming together to ease the path.

Finally he reaches the end of his song, knowing that Athelstan is slick and ready. Even the roughest handling would not cause him to ache wrongly now, not that he would fear that of Ragnar.

He kisses the curve of Athelstan's neck and whispers to him in the tongue of the Saxons. "Go to your lover. Revel in each other."

{ooc: goodnight lovelies.}

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls Athelstan into his lap, his prick ready and eager; it needs no more than a nudge to find the entrance to Athelstan's body, so slick and open for him.

"Sit down on me," he murmurs to Athelstan, into the continuing kiss, "and turn us over once we are joined, if you want me to cover you; or ride me, if you'd rather."

Over Athelstan's shoulder, he smiles into Sinric's eyes.


[[OOC: Sleep well, Munnin, and see you in your morning!]]

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan settles into his embrace, taking Ragnar in easily thanks to Sinric's efforts, then turns them so he can more easily see Sinric and press up against Ragnar at the same time.

"Thank you, Oriens", he murmurs back in the same language, and extends a hand to him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lays down next to them, picking another song to sing as they tumble together. They are a pleasure to watch, fitting together perfectly, like two parts of a whole. He reaches out to touch them both, caressing and offering small kisses.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar smiles at Sinric, encouragingly, as he is touched; the he turns to once more kiss Athelstan deeply as his prick pestles in and out of the welcoming body.

Everything fits perfectly, slides smoothly, just so.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is more than half convinced he and Ragnar are two halves, body and soul.

He tries to remember to include Sinric all the way, even as he focuses on Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sings on, a lilting, happy song of pleasure. He kisses and touches them both, very gently and easily. He doesn't feel left out or neglected, happy to bask in the warmth of their coupling.

He moves behind Athelstan and presses against his back, molding himself to his body. He reaches around, wrapping an arm around him to slide a hand between them, stroking Athelstan slowly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moves, smoothly and evenly, angling for the sweet spot within Athelstan's body with each thrust.

[athelstanthescribe]

Ragnar knows very well where it is, and Athelstan thrusts back against him, in between being pushed closer to Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves with Athelstan, graceful as a dancer anticipating the rhythm of their love-making. Because with them, he knows it is love-making.

He presses against Athelstan at just the right moments, with just the right pressure to keep him close to Ragnar, to keep their bodies aligned the the perfect angle.

His touch alternates between stroking and a grip on the base of Athelstan's prick that keeps him on edge and in the high of desire. His part is to bring their peak to the highest point together.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slows down, wanting this to last as long as it can, for the peak to be as high and steep as it can be.

He reaches out to stroke Sinric's cheek, in acknowledgement of his presence, subtle and supportive though it is.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan wonders, in some corner of his mind, if Sinric has done something like this before. He seems to know what he's doing so well.

And then he drops the thought in favour of sensation, his head falling back as he rides Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric turns his face into Ragnar's touch, kissing his palm and rubbing himself like a cat against the hard calluses of his fingers.

He kisses Athelstan's neck, whispering in his ear in the words of Athelstan's native tongue. "Look at him. See how he shines for you. His eyes like sunlight on the sea, for love of you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar smiles, as he understands the words as well; he smiles into Athelstan's eyes, as if to confirm Sinric's words.