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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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

"Then I promise to show-" His voice breaks in a sharp moan as his own movements bring Ragnar's manhood against his seat of pleasure. "Later!"

He rests his hands on Ragnar's chest to steady himself as he rides them both harder, fingers curling around Ragnar's nipples in a raking pinch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ragnar is going wild, stammering and incoherent. He tries to aim himself in that familiar angle that gives Sinric the most pleasure; but Sinric seems to be doing very well as it is.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cries a bright moan of joy as Ragnar's thrusts hit him just right and he spills over, his spine jack-knifing. "Ragnar!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric!" Ragnar bellows as that movement brings him over the edge as well, and he spills fiercely and generously into Sinric's body.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric flexes his inner muscles as his own orgasms sends ripples of aftershocks through his lean body.

He rocks one last slow thrust before folding himself to rest against Ragnar's chest. He sighs richly, cuddling close as he comes down.