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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric opens the door to his room, letting the wrap slip from his shoulder as he moves to fold it up. There's a little catch in his breathing and a happy sigh as he sets it down on his bed. "I go away for years and yet, I come back and nothing has changed. Even the scent."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cradles Ragnar's head against his chest. "I worry for both of you. I know it must be very hard on you too."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar snuggles, gratefully.

"Not nearly as bad as for him."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses his temple, rubbing Ragnar's back. "Then we'll help him together. When he's ready for us."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"That is what I want most," Ragnar says, softly.

[thewidewideworld]

"I know." He soothes, stroking Ragnar's cheek. "And he knows it too."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I hope it doesn't add pressure," Ragnar says.

This whole thing makes him feel as if the ground beneath his foot had become unreliable.

[thewidewideworld]

"He seems to understand that, although he no longer feels the fire, we both do. Perhaps it will help, to know that pressure can be relieved?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar reaches out for Sinric, quietly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and settles comfortably over Ragnar's lap, content to hold and be held. "There is no rush here, beloved." He tilts Ragnar's face up to look at him, "I have missed you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar quietly dips his head to kiss the tips of Sinric's breasts

"And I have missed you," he admits. "And this."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's breath catches in a little gasp of desire. "As have I." He arches up, giving Ragnar better access to his pert little breasts. "It seems a long time since I've shared myself with someone I desired."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So we have both quite an edge to take off," Ragnar says, hands roaming down Sinric's back.

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so." Sinric leans in, pressing kisses down the slop of Ragnar's neck as he lifts himself to press a little more snugly against Ragnar's manhood.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's manhood reacts, rising and filling and tilting upwards, and Ragnar moans, turning his head to allow Sinric's mouth more access.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rocks against it, rubbing like a cat on heat.

The skin of his back is rather more textured than it was. Some older scars have softened while new ones have taken their place. Especially on his right shoulder-blade where the marks are deep and deliberate. But Sinric doesn't mind to touch, too busy nuzzling the soft skin behind Ragnar's ear.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar'S callused fingers roam and caress; his hips stutter upwards already as he is eager for the touch, giving and taking both.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stretches to reach the bath oil without giving up his place in Ragnar's lap. He uncorks it and lathers his fingers, reaching between them to slick Ragnar's manhood with swift, confident strokes. "I have dreamt of you, so many nights. Of the feel of you. The taste of you." He kisses Ragnar deeply.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Now you are," Ragnar gasps, "getting it again!"

He eagerly moves under Sinric's touch.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh yes." Sinric purrs, steadying himself with a hand on Ragnar's shoulder as he lowers himself onto Ragnar. He's tight, so very tight. Enough to make him shudder with the feel of it as he takes Ragnar inside himself.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar moans, "that way! Just so!"

He thrusts up into the tight, ready heat. Niceties will have to wait.

[thewidewideworld]

Neither of them need niceties right now. They both need; hot, heavy and now.

Sinric moves to meet that thrust, water splashing as their bodies join, driving the air from Sinric's lungs in a groan.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar bends his head again to kiss Sinric's breasts as he thrusts.

"This won't -- be long!"

[thewidewideworld]

"It doesn't have to be." He moans in answer, arching back to proffer up those breasts. He's not ready to peak himself but that doesn't mean he enjoys this any less.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar can accept that now -- he will make sure Sinric gets his fill before they are done, in any way imaginable.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric arches, running his hands over the sides of Ragnar's scalp, tangling his hands in the braid as he drags him up into a rough kiss. He meets thrust for thrust, vocal in his pleasure.