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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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"But you are!"

Ragnar opens his legs a little to make room for Sinric's narrow hips between his muscular thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to press against Ragnar's groin, moaning softly as he aligns Ragnar's manhood between his thighs. "Love you, so much."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moves his hips, to try and rub himself against Simric where it will feel especially good. "And I you, my sweet Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

He spreads his thighs a little to let Ragnar's manhood ride along his scar. He moans warmly, pulling Ragnar's hands tighter onto his breasts.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slowly but strongly starts thrusting between Sinric's legs, and he massages those sweet small breasts with his warm, callused hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans, turning his head to offer Ragnar his neck again.

He moves with Ragnar's thrusts, angling himself to rub just right over his hole and the scar between his thighs.

He takes one of Ragnar's hand and guides it down to his belly, pressing back against Ragnar's hard body.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar strokes Sinric's belly in warm circles, as instructed, slowly meandering lower.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes. Ragnar yes." Sinric purrs. Loving the way Ragnar understands him, loving the way he feels safe to be greedy with Ragnar. Loving that Ragnar is clearly enjoying to too.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar chuckles, his hand accidentally on purpose straying near Sinric's little prick, but not touching it yet, as he keeps thrusting.

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" He moans, quite close to hard now. "Please touch me?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's fingertip touches the very top of Sinric's little snail, while his own cock slides up from behind as he slowly thrusts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whispers tightly, his head resting on Ragnar's shoulder as he bucks into the touch.

"I- oh! I want you... inside me. When I peak. Not yet! But soon." He pants roughly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides one hand between them to poke a finger between Sinric's buttocks while otherwise keeping up what he was doing.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to give Ragnar better access to him, to give himself over to be touched and readied. His moans grow louder.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Soon, huh," Ragnar murmurs, kissing Sinric's shoulder.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs breathlessly. "You make me crave so much! Moan so eagerly."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I like that," Ragnar says, sliding a finger into Sinric to prepare him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sets his head fall back, relishing the feeling of Ragnar's finger inside him, the precursor of pleasure to come.

"You and Athelstan have changed me." And Hannibal too but now doesn't seem the time to mention it. "You've freed me to want more, to take more pleasure for myself. Even Constantine noticed I had grown more greedy in bed for being loved by you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are very sensual," Ragnar murmurs, "but thought you couldn't enjoy sex, before we met you."

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so." He moans, "You showed me the joy of it. For myself, not just others."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"WE only woke up what was there, sleeping," Ragnar says, touching a finger to the tip of that little pricklet.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans deeply, arching into the touch. His little snail isn't sleeping now, it's quivering and hot.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slips a second finger into Sinric's hole and bends his head to kiss his collar bone.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" Sinric moans. "Yes. Ready me for you. Please Ragnar, I want you in me. Please?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Now?" Ragnar says, pulling back his hips and nudging at Sinric's entrance.