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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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[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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tilts his head into the touch, purring softly deep in his throat. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"My Sinric," Ragnar says again.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yours." Sinric breathes softly, kissing Ragnar softly. "Beloved Ragnar."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sighs, and runs his hand down Sinric's back.

[thewidewideworld]

He purrs and arches, his body tight and smooth, but for the smattering of scars he's afraid or ashamed to bare before Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides his hand all the way down to Sinric's buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric arches and presses against Ragnar's hand, sighing warmly. He kisses his way down to nuzzle Ragnar's neck.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hand slips between Sinric's legs from behind, sighing with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is still loose and hot and wet, moaning as Ragnar touches him. His lips find the red mark HR left earlier and he licks the hot skin, blowing cool are over it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are," Ragnar says, "very sweet and distracting!"

His hand still delves deeper.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans sweetly, his little snail starting to warm to the touch. "And you look wonderful with marks on you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Marked," Ragnar gasps, "by you!"

He rubs his fingertip over the scar tissue between Sinric's legs, and beyond.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans and rocks against Ragnar's hand, writhing warmly as the pleasure of Ragnar's touch.

"Big strong Viking, bested by little me." He laughs breathlessly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Soft wax in your hands!"

[thewidewideworld]

He slides his hand down Ragnar's thigh. "Soft still?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And for a few more moments," Ragnar confesses.

He's no longer eighteen, after all.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums softly, soothingly. "No hurry." He moans, riding Ragnar's palm. "I want this to last."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sweet and slowly," Ragnar promises, pushing against Sinric's motion.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans and rocks slowly into Ragnar's touch. "My sweet Ragnar."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar cranes his neck to kiss him, and keeps moving his hand.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans into the kiss, hardening warmly in Ragnar's hand.