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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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

"I hope I didn't burn you." He asks, genuinely concerned.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No," Ragnar says. "I passed through it unharmed."

[thewidewideworld]

"What it painful?" Sinric scowls, wanting to understand more of what this strange magic can do.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No," Ragnar says again, "or rather, if the pleasure bordered on pain in its intensity, the joy was much more important."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric considers this, his expression thoughtful. "Perhaps you felt it, as I do. The way my peek feels."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So sharp and bright?" Ragnar says. "Then I can understand why you can't take it that often."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric huffs a soft sigh. "And perhaps why I'm so drained in the aftermath. It is always a great pleasure but once that, as you say, is like fire."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans in to kiss him. "Do what you want with me," he says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric brushes his hand softly over Ragnar's cheek, kissing him back with soft and lazy joy. "I am. I have you where I want you most. In my arms."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Well," Ragnar says, "then I'll just stay here for a bit, shall I?"