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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 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."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sucks his finger, lavishing it with his tongue before reaching between them to tease Ragnar back to hardness, confident and skilled as he does.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Oh yes -- as he touches Ragnar where it feels best, he begins to rise again, and swell between them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes him just so, his other hand moving from Ragnar's hand to caress his swelling manhood.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans loudly, and his finger between Sinric's legs becomes more erratic as pleasure lets him lose control.

[thewidewideworld]

The more frantic movements make Sinric squirm and whimper with pleasure. He lifts himself, shifting closer to Ragnar's manhood, even as his finger works inside Ragnar to makes him moan again.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sit on me!" Ragnar gasps.

He's ready again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't hesitate, mounting Ragnar with a sweet breathless gasp. His body clamps tight around Ragnar, quite close to his peak now.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans loudly, his finger now just teasing the tip of Sinric's pricklet while he thrusts up, aiming for the sweet spot inside him.

[thewidewideworld]

Almost wild in his passion, Sinric buries his hand in Ragnar's hair, pressing his breast to Ragnar's mouth.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar suckles with great enthusiasm while thrusting upward.

[thewidewideworld]

It's just what Sinric needs to tip him over the edge. He lets out a sharp cry of joy, stiffening up all over as it overtakes him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting all through the crest of Sinric's pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rides it out, holding on the crest of pleasure longer than normal, breathless and shaky as he comes down the other side of it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

RAgnar holds him in his arms, and kisses his breasts, but gently rather than passionately.