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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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's forefinger slips between Sinric's buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric spreads himself wide, moaning softly. Wet and open, he's still tight but welcome the touch gladly.

He kisses Ragnar again, stroking down his chest to curl his fingers around Ragnar's nipples.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar arches into the touch. "You know -- what I like!" he pants, his finger slipping deeper.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles as he gives Ragnar's nipple a softly little tweak. "Just as you know how to pleasure me.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

While Ragnar'S middle finger dips into Sinric's hole, the third finger slides more deeply between his legs, seeking the root of his little prick.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans, rocking against Ragnar's touch as his lean body undulates. He mutters longing words in an eastern tongue.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pushes his fingers deeper, wanting to hear more of these sounds.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric gives them to him, gladly moaning in answer to Ragnar's touches. He arches up, wrapping his legs around Ragnar's hips. He wraps a gentle hand in Ragnar's hair, guiding his mouth to Sinric's upturned breasts.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gladly takes the generous nipple in his mouth, and suckles as his hands keep moving.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a bright hiss of pleasure, his body tightening around Ragnar's finger. "Oh yes! Ragnar, yes!" Hardening now, he bucks into his touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar chuckles, and sucks and pushes a bit stronger.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric howls a rough word in some eastern tongue, arching back as he buries his hands in Ragnar's hair. "I will... I'm close! Ragnar!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps still for a moment, looking up at Sinric.

"Do you want it now, or rather draw it out and have me inside?"

He can happily do either.

[thewidewideworld]

"I want you inside me when I do." He pants, his lean body trembling.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Do you have oil?"

[thewidewideworld]

He stretches out over Ragnar to fish the bottle of oil out of his little bedside table.

He grins and tips a little oil on his own finger, reaching down to slick Ragnar's manhood with teasing touches.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is hard and ready again, and gasps at the touch.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws cryptic patterns on Ragnar's skin with the oil, clenching in time with his touch. "Lay back." He whispers, moving to straddle Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lies back, obedient as if enchanted.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric mounts him, slowly, sinuously, taking Ragnar into him. Loose and hot from Ragnar's ministrations, he tilts his head back and moans, baring his long neck.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric!" Ragnar gasps, thrusting up, and arching into his touch.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric grins down at him, moving with serpentine grace. "I learnt things in the East. Ways of pleasure I never knew before." He grinds down slowly, his lean body undulating with the control of a belly dance. "Things that might be called forbidden."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Forbidden?" Ragnar gasps. "How?"

He seems intrigued with the idea.

[thewidewideworld]

"Ways I could do this, for you." He coils the tight muscles of his thighs and rocks, tightening and flexing. "To allow you to feel the pleasure you're going me now."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes?" Ragnar gasps, and then "Of yes!!", as the pleasure of Sinric's movements slams through him.