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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]

"Because I love you so." Sinric answers, his voice taking on a slightly breathless quality. "And because I enjoy it. I don't touch as much as I'd like to any more."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You need touch, like a cat," Ragnar says, rubbing his back against him more intentionally now.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and slides around Ragnar, sinuous as a cat to straddle his lap. "As do you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar bends his head and kisses the tips of Sinric's breasts.

"I can't possibly," he murmurs, but it's quite evident that he can. Even a third time.

[thewidewideworld]

"Can't what?" He asks innocently, if breathlessly as he reaches up to run hid hand through Ragnar's hair and kissed him deeply.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Rise again," Ragnar says, kissing back just as deeply.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric runs his hands over Ragnar's chest, fingers curling around Ragnar's nipples as he kisses passionately. "So sure?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gasps.

"I should be!"

[thewidewideworld]

"But you're not as sure any more." He rolls his hips slowly. "Are you?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Not sure at all," Ragnar admits, bending to kiss Sinric's breasts again.

[thewidewideworld]

"Tell me to stop teasing you." He managed between moans. "If you want me to."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Don't stop!" Ragnar gasps.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laces his arms around Ragnar's neck, moving with slow rolls of his narrow hips. "I won't. If you want me, take me. I'm yours."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Take me," Ragnar echoes. "Just take me inside you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans and reaches between them, taking Ragnar in hand. He's still loose enough from before but he needs to be sure Ragnar is ready.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is very ready, positively jumping with eagerness in Sinric's hand.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives him two slow, languid strokes, just for the joy of teasing and lifts his hips to align himself.

He doesn't take Ragnar into him, not at once but instead teases himself with the tip of Ragnar's ready manhood. Stretching himself just a little and a little more.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"What are," Ragnar gasps, "you doing?"

He shouldn't be that impatient, the third time around! But he is.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and lowers himself onto Ragnar. All the way. All at once. That laugh turning into a deep and shattering moan.

"Teasing myself. As well as you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans, at loss for words due to that amazing sensation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts, letting his head fall back as he settles himself in just the right position.

He doesn't move yet, but flexes his inner muscles, feeling Ragnar's manhood deep inside him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric!" Ragnar moans, loving those skilled and intimate movements.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, brushing his fingers over Ragnar's lips. He clenches again, lifting his hips ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar says it again against Sinric's lips, moaning loudly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans in turn, riding Ragnar slowly and deliberately.