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[thewidewideworld]

{From here.}

Sinric leads Ragnar up to their rooms, laughing softly as the Viking drags his feet.

"Get out of your dirty clothes and I'll run you a bath." He draws Ragnar in, standing in his tiptoes to kiss the corner of Ragnar's lips.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Let it never be said I'm lax in my duty." He washed down Ragnar's arms and underarms, waking down to gently wash his groin.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The groin quite obviously likes the attention. Ragnar gives a pleased purr.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles up as Ragnar as his fingers curl around Ragnar's manhood, slick and slippery with soap as he steps closer. His other hand cups Ragnar's stones, massaging them softly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar shamelessly moans with the pleasure. "Will we even make it to the bath before you -- Ahh, yes! -- bring me the first time?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you want me to?" Sinric asks with a purr, his fingers slipping deeper to trace the rear curve of Ragnar's stones.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You seem to want to," Ragnar moans, "and I'm not complaining."

He can go slow the second time around, with Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

"I haven't decided." Sinric smiles, pushing up on his toes to kiss Ragnar. "I just wanted my hands on you." But he strokes Ragnar still. Just slow enough and tight enough to make him moan again.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I will leave it -- ohhhh yes! That! -- to your judgement!" Ragnar moans, reaching out to steady himself against the tiled wall.

[thewidewideworld]

See, sounds like that make it very hard for Sinric to stop. He presses close to Ragnar's chest, his hands between them to tease and stroke him. He leans in to press an open mouthed kisses on Ragnar's nipples.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are -- oh yes, just so!" Ragnar gasps, his other hand finding Sinric's shoulder in a vague need to touch skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric flicks his tongue over Ragnar's nipple, just as he twists his wrist on the up-stroke. He reach up with his free hand to pull Ragnar's hand lower - to his hips, to his rear, encouraging Ragnar to touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Oh yes, Ragnar touches as he is being touched, cupping Sinric's rear, and sliding one finger between his buttocks, slick from all the water as they are.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans softly at the touch, widening his legs a little to offer himself up as he strokes Ragnar a little faster and lighter.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps giving shallow gasps as his finger rubs over Sinric's hole.

[thewidewideworld]

He nips softly at the tips for Ragnar's nipples, lifting his tail like a cat as Ragnar teases him before gently stepping back.

He smiles briefly at Ragnar as he lets go. And then drips gracefully to his knees, his lips already red as he presses them to the head of his manhood.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar makes a little sound that could, with a little malevolence, be called a piteous mewl.

[thewidewideworld]

He doesn't take Ragnar into his mouth. Not yet. But he curls the tip of his tongue along the underside of Ragnar's manhood.

Teasing. Just enough to make that mewl into a groan. Or a growl.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Neither -- Ragnar gasps Sinric's name instead.

[thewidewideworld]

He flicks his tongue again. Wickedly quick and sure. He looks up at Ragnar though his long lashes as he tilts his chin up a little, inviting Ragnar to take him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I can't---" Ragnar gasps, and then he thrusts, take over by instinct. "Sorry!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes him easily, opening his throat to the thrust. He purrs deeply, fluttering his lashes in distinct approval.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"If you -- think so?"

Ragnar thrusts again, into the soft, vibrating warmth, and feels utterly selfish and debauched.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches up to take Ragnar's hands, guiding them to the back of his head. He wants Ragnar's pleasure, his debauchery. He hums deeply as he takes Ragnar deep.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar grasps as he is invited to; then he gasps as he is being almost swallowed. He thrusts; he moans.

He thrusts again, and then, with a great shout, he spills, suddenly and fiercely.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric swallows as much as he can, Ragnar's seed spilling over his lips and down his chin. He looks up at Ragnar with eyes glittering.