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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

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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

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

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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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

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

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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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Neither -- Ragnar gasps Sinric's name instead.

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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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

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

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thewidewideworld

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

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bigarmy_strangepants

"If you -- think so?"

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar sinks to his knees and kisses him fiercely, greedily tasting his own seed.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric laughs warmly, returning the kisses gladly. "You're so beautiful in your pleasure."

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar's kisses are sloppy, unfocused, his breathing still ragged.

"Bath now?"

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thewidewideworld

Sinric strokes Ragnar's wet and tousled hair back from his face. "Mmm, bath." He slides to his feet, holding a hand out to Ragnar.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar looks up at him from still slightly unfocused eyes, takes that hand, and stands.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric laughs and draws him into a kiss before leading him to the bath. Warm and scented, the water is perfect. Sinric steps into their massive bath, still smiling with reddened lips.