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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric leads Ragnar to his own small room rather than their shared space. There's something more... intimate about it. And it reminds him less of the emptiness where Athelstan should be.

He pulls Ragnar close, lacing his arms around Ragnar's waist and pushes up on his toes to kiss him.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tries to slow down nevertheless, aiming himself for the sweet spot inside Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

He finds it and Sinric bucks sharply. Far from being passive, he pushed back against each thrust, lithe body undulating under Ragnar, his hand firm around the globes of Ragnar's ass.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says, "that!"

The feeling of being desired like this spurs him on.

[thewidewideworld]

And desired he is. Sinric can't get enough of Ragnar. Deep enough or hard enough. He wants all of it. His fingers dig in to meat of Ragnar's back and ass, leaving some bruises of his own.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar gasps, "oh yes!"

This reminds him of the fiercest fight-sex he may have had with Lagertha; genteel Aslaug or sweet Athelstan would never go wild like this

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dips his head and sucks a hot mark just below Ragnar's collarbone, licking a stripe up his throat to taste his sweat.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is reduced to wordless grunting, thrusting, moaning; to wild pleasure and helpless gasps.

He is very close now.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric, equally wild but not yet nearing his peek, moans in answer, biting another mark to the top of one of Ragnar's pecs.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

That little extra sensation pushes Ragnar over the brink, and he spills fiercely into Sinric, roaring with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels the air pushed out of him with Ragnar's last thrust, his own moan lost in the breathless intensity of it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar comes to a gasping halt.

"Yes," he moans. "Oh yes, that was -- I am sorry!!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's own moan breaks into a breathless laugh. "Why are you apologising? That was perfect!" He leans in to lick one of the marks he left on Ragnar's chest, tasting his salt again.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You're not -- there yet," Ragnar gasps, ruefully.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm not. But that's alright too." He promises, stroking Ragnar's cheek and encouraging him to take his time to recover. "I feel you deeply. That's what I wanted most." He touches the red welts on Ragnar. "But I seem to have marked you more than you did me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Let me just get my breath" Ragnar promises.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles softly and kisses Ragnar's cheek. "No hurry, beloved. It is alright, really."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"But I want to!" Ragnar insists.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and kisses Ragnar's throat. "What pleasure would I ever deny you?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"None," Ragnar grins, "including the pleasure of pleasuring you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs happily and snuggles closer to Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar turns his head to kiss him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric returns the kiss softly, warmly. Not that the urgency of their coupling has eased, he's content to enjoy slow intimacy.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moves his lips against Sinric's slowly, almost languidly, savouring the lovely feeling of closeness and fulfilled pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

This, as much as their fiery passions, he will take back with him. The feeling of being loved. The shared understanding and acceptance that flows through that kiss. It makes Sinric's heart ache.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric," Ragnar whispers, running his hand slowly through the long golden hair.