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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric can't bring himself to let go of Ragnar's hand all the way to their rooms. He hesitates a moment before gently pulling Ragnar towards his own rooms. They don't feel right any more, like clothes that no longer fit but it feels better than the empty place where Athelstan isn't.

But then he wonders if Ragnar would prefer his own bed, to warm the sheets left cold by Athelstan's absence with better memories.

The uncertainty makes him hesitate, biting his lip.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar spreads his legs, and moans, excitement visibly rising.

[thewidewideworld]

He sings passionate heat, frantic kisses. He sings the tangle of clothing and the rush and heat of skin. He sings that first sudden wave of pure pleasure, of elation as that place of pleasure is touched - be it breasts or manhood or other parts. That moment that makes you catch and convolve. The rush of fanned flame, catching and igniting.

His fingers tighten on Ragnar's shoulder, his own desire mounting.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans loudly in counterpoint, and thrusts up his hips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels it too, feels the need he's building.

He sings what he knows best - the moment of penetration. The feeling of being stretched, filled, pulled apart and made whole again. The line of pleasure and pain sublimating into pure pleasure as thrusts begin. The joy and violence of two bodies coming together, two beings lost in mutual desire.

When there is nothing but this. Nothing but the blazing joy of sharing this.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

ragnar is gasping now, and writhing.

[thewidewideworld]

He sings the rushing wave of completion, the tight coil in one's core. The pleasure of the brink of the moment just before.

Sinric's peek has always been a powerful thing, intense almost to the point of being painful. He sings it so, with all his heart. The harsh, almost brutal joy that rocks his entire being. He sings it to Ragnar, holding nothing back.

He sings Ragnar to the very brink; the wondrous, terrible knife's edge.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar feels it just as Sinric feels it, a peak much brighter and sharper than anything he is used to, and as he spreads his legs and spills his seed, his moan of pleasure rises to a keen, rough in counterpoint to Sinric's song.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric breaks off, panting and rough. His own peak is close but not quite there. lingering on the edge of being as he leans in to kiss Ragnar passionately.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kisses him back, opening his eyes.

Then, he turns around on the bed to loosen Sinric's clothes and bury his face in his crotch.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a yelp of surprise that collapses into a moan. He's so close to the edge, trembling with need. "Ragnar!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar finds what he was looking for, and takes the little pricklet in his mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

That's all it takes to drive Sinric over the edge, crying out so sweetly. His voice, rough in passion echoes under the roof, making the sound unearthly and wonderful.

He catches hold of Ragnar to keep himself from falling, so shattered by his release.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

After a bit, Ragnar lifts his head, grins, and licks his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a small mew and lets himself fall down next to Ragnar, upside down from him. He gives Ragnar a little smile and kisses him, enjoying the inverted position and the taste of himself on Ragnar's lips. "That magic appears to be rather potent." He whispers, still breathless and shaky.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Hmmm," Ragnar says, kissing him back. "You didn't do that when we met. Perhaps things are changing."

[thewidewideworld]

"In my future?" He asks, toying softly with Ragnar's hair as we both float together. "Perhaps it wasn't right to use it with you then. Would I have frightened you, if I had sung your pleasure when first we are to meet?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Not if you had done it while touching me as well," Ragnar says. "Then I would have thought that everything was in the touch."

[thewidewideworld]

"The Volva treasure these magics as sacred. Because men fear them. Because they are powerful and can make men weak." He shakes his head. "All they see is the power, not the beauty."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Such a waste," Ragnar says, sighing.

He tilts his head to kiss Sinric again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums happily into the kiss. "Much of what they do is a waste. I hope I can use the magics I have learnt for beauty."

He lays back, stroking Ragnar's cheek. "I think I know why I won't sing this for you, when first we meet."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes?"

[thewidewideworld]

"It would deprive me of the chance to touch you." He points out, stroking his fingers over Ragnar's shoulders. "As wonderful and powerful as it is, I would rather have my hands on you. And I doubt that will change over the years."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Then touch me wherever you want," Ragnar says, stretching on the bed, then leaning in for another kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to lay down next to Ragnar, instead of upside down to him. He runs his hands over Ragnar's chest, carding his fingers through the hair there. "How did it feel? Under the spell of my song?" He asks softly, curious.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sharp and intense, like bursting into flame and coming together again after the fireball had passed," Ragnar says.