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Sinric stops to talk to a rat on the way up, drawing Ragnar up to his room.

He stops as he draws Ragnar through the door, closing it behind them and kneels to take off Ragnar's boots. Tending Ragnar with the gentle care he once tended Constantine.

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"Take it and claim it!"

"Naked. On my bed. Now." Sinric growls warmly.

"Yes," Ragnar says. "Aye, sir!"

Sinric grins and stalks over to the bed after him, leaning against a pillar to watch Ragnar undress. "Do you enjoy it, taking my orders?" He asks with a low, soft purr.

"Yes, I do!"

When Ragnar takes off his trousers, it's obvious quite how much he does.

Sinric gives a happy little grin and steps closer, spreading the palm of his hand over Ragnar's chest, stoking down slowly. Teasing.

Ragnar arches his back and gives a moan that is almost a purr, pushing towards Sinric's touch.

Planting that hand firmly, Sinric pushes Ragnar onto the bed, looking over him (in so much as Sinric can) and leans in to kiss him firmly.

Ragnar surges up into the kiss and reaches out for Sinric to pull him closer.

For such a small person, Sinric looms pretty expertly.

He lets Ragnar pull him in, catching one of Ragnar's wrists and pressing it to the mattress. He holds it there, kissing Ragnar as passionate as he did outside.

"I am yours!" Ragnar gasps. "Do with me as you want!"

The passion of the kiss is answered in kind.

Sinric moans at Ragnar's words, rubbing his thumbs over Ragnar's nipples. He moves up, drawing Ragnar in to kiss his throat. "I want you to suck me."

"Oh yes," Ragnar moans, to both the touch and the demand.

He moves up Ragnar's chest, lashing his nipples with his sharp little tongue.

And then he straddles Ragnar's shoulders, his thighs spread wide to present his little member to Ragnar to suck.

Ragnar lifts his head and sticks out his tongue, to lovingly lick along the entire underside of it.

Sinric rides Ragnar's tongue, one hand in Ragnar's hair, the other toying with his own nipples, his voice warm and breathless.

Ragnar's hands go to Sinric's hips, to pull him close and hold him, all the better to lick deep, and strong.

Sinric arches sinuously, rolling his narrow hips in lazy thrusts into Ragnar's mouth. He takes one of Ragnar's hand and starts sucking his fingers, getting them good and wet.

Ragnar finally puts his lips around Sinric's little snail, and suckles it into his mouth. His hips buck up, in reaction to those very suggestive touches.

Sinric moans wildly around Ragnar's fingers, his tongue tracing spirals. His little snail is hard and eager, full in Ragnar's mouth.

Ragnar flails a little, suddenly desperate for friction of his own, but he keeps suckling strongly, lips closing on Sinric's soft skin.

Sinric can feel Ragnar's need mounting and arches his slender body back, reaching to wrap his clever fingers around the base of Ragnar's manhood tightly. Holding him back in exquisite torment.

Ragnar moans and pants and tries to move his hips, but keeps sucking. his tongue massages the underside of Sinric's tiny prick.

"Just so." Sinric purrs breathlessly as he draws Ragnar's fingers from his mouth, wet and warm. He presses it behind him, arching forward again to give Ragnar access to his rear. "Bring me to my fall and I will ride you to yours."

Ragnar slips a finger inside, probing, while his tongue works ever faster and stronger.

That is definitely a deal!