Night two

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Sinric woke at dawn, as he had most of his life. He sat and watched the sun rise over Ribe. From the beach, he looked back at the little trade port as the sun crested the carved figureheads on the rooftops.

Hung-over and feeling more than a little sick, he felt... happier in his own way. A night of tears and a morning of introspection had helped.

He had said more to Ragnar last night, more than he should have. But Ragnar’s trust in the gods, in oracles and seers would cover that. It would be many years before Ragnar found the bar and years more before Ragnar would find him in the bar.

For Ragnar, it would be a beginning but for Sinric it was an end.

Just as it had been with Constantine, just as it had been it Yan. And Egrit, and Olaf, and Saga, and all his other lovers.

It was time to move on.

Tonight he would give Ragnar the water compass. Tonight he would sing his last songs for Ribe and in the morning sail with the first tide, or slip away and walk until his feet brought him to another place. His task in life was complete. What was left - belonged to him.

***

That night the tavern is a riot. Heavy drinking and boisterous singing. Knowing this will be his last night in this place, his last night as the person he has been since Ragnar foretold his future all those years ago, Sinric is determined to go out in style.

A Viking believes he lives while his reputation is remembered so Sinric plans to leave everyone here with memories enough for a lifetime.

He is standing on the table as Ragnar comes in, leading the perfect sing-along song for this sort of night. A drinking song that’s lewd, playful and makes everyone want to join in. The music is infectious, making even the most taciturn smile or tap their feet.

He’s in his element, the centre of a swirling cacophony of upraised voices and joy. But if anyone is watching closely, they'll see that for all the horn in his hand and his playful silliness, Sinric isn't drinking. Every time someone fills his cup, he manages to palm it off to someone else.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Lagertha only does that when Ragnar is in the very throes of passion -- but this bold touch gets a long, enthusiastic moan.

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Sinric purrs and kisses his way lower, keeping his touch very slow and very soft.

He kisses a path across Ragnar's chest and down for planes of his stomach so Ragnar's manhood brushes against the creamy skin of his chest.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says, arching his back into this touch. He opens his legs even further.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles, relishing the sound of Ragnar's moans as he kisses down to nuzzled the tip of his shaft.

He doesn't take Ragnar's manhood into his mouth. Not yet. Not wanting to take away from the sensation of his finger moving inside Ragnar. He presses a little deeper, cocking his finger just so to brush ever so softly across the seat of pleasure.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, please," Ragnar moans, "please, Sinric, please!"

He doesn't even know what he is pleading for, but he needs -- he NEEDS!

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs softly, sending vibrations down Ragnar's manhood as he draws back to gently add a second finger.

He takes Ragnar's manhood between his lips and crooks his fingers again, just lightly. No need to rush this pleasure, even if Ragnar would have it so.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, that!" Ragnar exclaims, gasping wildly. "More, please, Sinric, please!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric croons softly. "Too much too soon, and you will tumble over the edge with the crook of my fingers." He curls his finger just a little just to show Ragnar how close his fall really is. "And there are other pleasure we could yet share if you desired it?" He nods to the jade phallus.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I desire," Ragnar gasps. "I desire -- the unspeakable."

All that a man should consider shameful and seidr. But Ragnar knows, not only are they pleasurable beyond words, this reversal of roles, this submission to whatever god sent or I habits the wanderer, is the right thing to do to seal his fate and set him on his way.

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"Pleasure shared equally is never unspeakable. Never shameful." Sinric whispers as a promise, curling his fingers again just to hear Ragnar moan.

He draws back and finishes stripping himself. He reaches for the jade phallus and its ornate harness. It's not exaggeratedly large or long. Not larger than the average man. He coats the jade with oil, making it easy and slick.

He lays on the bed at Ragnar's side, gently urging Ragnar onto his flank. His would be easier with Ragnar on his knees but Sinric doesn't want made Ragnar feel dominated. Sinric only wants him to feel pleasure.

He lives the phallus against the underside of Ragnar's stones, rubbing gently to give him time to get use to it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar turns very willing now he has decided to try this, and pulls his upper knee forwards, to open himself to the touch from behind. It is still a little cool, not hot as a living person's flesh would be; but instead, this will be magic.

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Sinric kisses his shoulder and whispers words in a strange and foreign, adding a twist to them that sounds like an invocation.

My Raven, my love. How I have dreamed of sharing this with you.

He presses the slick head of the phallus inside Ragnar, slow and gentle. The shallow carvings, smooth edged and patterned add an extra layer to the sensation and he teases the tip in and out slowly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his hips towards the intrusion, wanting it as much as he has wanted anything in his life. He moans loudly with the new sensation of being stretched and held open, pleasurable and strange in ways even Sinric's fingers hadn't been.

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Sinric guides the phallus deeper, slowly, carefully. Even as Ragnar's greedy movements take it deeper still.

He closes his eyes at the jade warms, his own little prick inside it like a cave. The feel of it - the smooth flanges at the base that sit against his skin, the pressure as he takes Ragnar inch by careful inch. He makes it part of himself, his manhood of dragon-sperm, letting himself slip into the imagined pleasure of being endowed so. He moves his hands to Ragnar's hips, caressing Ragnar's stones once more as he begins to thrust slowly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his hips even further, in an answering rhythm, meeting each thrust with a greedy cant of his spine towards the entering source of pleasure.

Of power.

He is hard, very hard, and his stones are tight; but that is not where the pleasure is radiating out from, this time. No, that is inside him, a fire that flares at each movement of the magic within him.

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Sinric moves his hand to encircle Ragnar's manhood. His surprisingly strong and nimble fingers form a ring around the base of his shaft, tightening and loosening with the thrusts to keep Ragnar from falling too soon.

He has waited too long to make love to Ragnar like this.

He kisses the side of Ragnar's neck, whispering endearments in every tongue he can think of bar Ragnar's own, soft and insistent and warm.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh Sinric," Ragnar moans, "Sinric, this is ---"

He feels encompassed, safe, even loved -- so very different from what he expected of this night.

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Sinric croons softly and shifts nuzzling his neck. With the slight shift of his hips, his thrusts go deeper, touch that place inside Ragnar that makes him moan.

Sinric has a knack for this after long practice with Prince Saga. Knowing just how deep to thrust the bring pleasure without pushing too far.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans louder; his whole spine undulates with pleasure, hips pushing back into the thrusts as he opens himself fully to this mysterious and all-encompassing pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Part of Sinric want to draw this out, make like to Ragnar for hours and hours. Keep him on the knife edge of pleasure till it becomes almost unbearable.

But that would be almost cruel for Ragnar's first time feeling such pleasure. But Sinric does linger over it for a while, pressing kisses to Ragnar's skin and shifting his thrusts to bring Ragnar different feelings of pleasure.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's moans grow more urgent and high-pitched, almost frantic.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hears him and with a last kiss, grips Ragnar's hips and takes him in earnest, finding the seat of pleasure with every thrust.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

So it takes only a few more thrusts for Ragnar to go over the edge with a wild shout, and spill copiously all over Sinric's hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases him through, holding Ragnar close and warm as he spills, whispering warm words of joy.

He holds Ragnar close in the aftermath too, carefully withdrawing the jade and setting it aside so he may hold Ragnar more comfortably.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is still panting in the aftermath, unable to speak or move, for a moment.

He just makes a sound of satisfaction and contentment that seems almost, but not quite, like a purr.