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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]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" He beg breathlessly. "Ragnar, yes." He lifts his own hip, readying himself to be taken, to be filled, to be whole.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

With both hands, Ragnar holds Sinric by his hips and groin while he lines himself up behibh, and then smoothly pushes into Sinric's hole, giving a deep purr of pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric echoes his purr with a high, sweet sigh of pleasure. He gives himself over to the warming burn of pleasure, the stretch as Ragnar's manhood reshape him.

It feels so right, so wonderful. He presses back against Ragnar's broad chest, feeling the hard muscles against his own narrow back. "Yes!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him close, clutching his sweet little breasts, and starts thrusting in earnest.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves with the thrusts with a dancer's grace, his voice breathless as he whispers Ragnar's name. The water lapping around them just adds to the feeling.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's other hand slowly wanders down Sinric's front again.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" Sinric encourages, his own hands covering Ragnar's, touching rather than guiding. "Please, touch me. I want you on all of me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides his hand downwards, and touches the tip of Sinric's little prick.

[thewidewideworld]

His head falls back to Ragnar's shoulder, his hand resting on Ragnar's wrist as he's touches. His little snail twitches, drawing deep moans from him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting while his finger slides along the pricklet, rubbing it as would rub a woman's parts.

[thewidewideworld]

With just as potent an effect as Sinric moans, his muscles clenching and fluttering.

Drowning in a torrent of sensation, Sinric wonders how he could have been an object of pleasure for so many years before he learnt to feel it himself.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting, and rubbing, panting with his own pleasure now.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes, Ragnar! Your passion!" Sinric moans brokenly. "Yes." He moves faster now, pushing back against Ragnar's thrusts.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Well, he asked for it.

Ragnar speeds up his thrusts, his hands greedy on Sinric's breasts and between his legs, his own prick greedy inside Sinric's hole.

[thewidewideworld]

"Naí." He moans, falling back to his mother tongue in his pleasure. "Yes! Oh yes!"

He can feel his own peak coiled inside him, wrapped around his spine like a spring. So close. So close!

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his hips and thrusts, again and again, right against that hidden place inside Sinric, while his hands keep moving.

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar's thrusts to his seat of pleasure is all it takes to drive Sinric over the edge. He spasms and cries out sweetly as his release overtakes him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Three more thrusts, and Ragnar is there himself, spilling into Sinric even before he is done with his own release.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shudders, gasping as he leans back to reach up and cup the back of Ragnar's head, pulling him into a breathless kiss.

He leans his weight against Ragnar, letting the edge of the bath support them both.

He feels the pleasure radiate through him, just as he feels Ragnar's heart against his back.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's heart is racing; he is whispering Sinric's name as he spills the last of his seed, still hard inside him.

[thewidewideworld]

The sound of his name on Ragnar's tongue makes him shiver again, moaning softly and he pulls Ragnar's arms around himself.