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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 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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar quietly insinuates a knee between Sinric's thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric spreads himself around it, moving up onto his knees to straddle Ragnar's thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

While still rubbing, Ragnar dips his head to Sinric's breasts to kiss his nipples.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's moan gets rougher, sweeter. He buries his hands in Ragnar's hair, pulling a little as he presses closer. "Yes! Please, Ragnar!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar rubs harder, and fastens his lips on one generous nipple to lavish attention on it.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric calls out his name, riding his hand. He's fully hard now and wild in his passion.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Want me inside you?" Ragnar murmurs against Sinric's breast.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" Sinric's answer comes without thought or hesitation. "Please?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Put your finger in me," Ragnar murmurs. "That should wake me well enough."