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[thewidewideworld]

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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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar pants, "yes please, sweet Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Would you have me ride you?" He asks, stroking Ragnar agonisingly slow. "Or would you have me on my knees, gripping the bedhead; deep and carnal?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Ride me," Ragnar moans, "ride me, have me, please!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shift down and mounts Ragnar, still tight and hot. He drives himself down onto Ragnar's manhood with a rough moan. He wastes no time, rising on his thighs to take him again with the hot slap of flesh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes!" Ragnar gasps; and then he gasps and moans and babbles as Sinric rides him, up and down, with that sweet obscene noise.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rides him hard and rough, pinning Ragnar's hands. His eyes heavy with determination to make Ragnar cry with pleasure.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

At the moment, he merely whimpers and begs.

[thewidewideworld]

Perfect! Sinric works his inner muscles to keep Ragnar on edge as long as he can, keeping him moaning as long as he can.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is babbling and moaning and gasping and panting, trying to move, flailing towards Sinric in desperation.

[thewidewideworld]

"Beg me." Sinric purrs, kissing Ragnar's throat. "Beg me to give you what you want."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Please, Sinric, please let me, please!" Ragnar babbles, shameless and needy.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans in, nuzzling Ragnar's throat, kissing up to his ear to whispers softly. "Fall. Fall for me, Ragnar." He spreads his hand over Ragnar's chest, sharing a gentle wave of pleasure.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrashes, and flails, and shouts, then spills hotly into Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric milks him through it, drawing every ounce of pleasure. He smiles down on at Ragnar, his expression wolfish and warm. "You're very beautiful in your pleasure."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar breathes heavily, looking up at Sinric, panting wordlessly.

[thewidewideworld]

"Have I broken you, beloved?" He tightens his inner muscles for one last shudder of pleasure while Ragnar is still hard inside him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar groans.

"Alive," he gasps out.

[thewidewideworld]

"Are you sure?" He gives another long flex. Just because he can.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No," Ragnar says, letting his head fall to the side and sticking out his tongue while rolling up his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and slaps Ragnar's chest lightly before getting off him. He pads naked to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a bowl of water and a cloth. He washes Ragnar slowly and lovingly, humming softly to himself.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are pampering me so much," Ragnar says, not moving even his little toe, otherwise.

[thewidewideworld]

"I spoil you because I love you." Sinric answers simply, kissing Ragnar's ribs as he washes his chest.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am ridiculously lazy," Ragnar says, tilting his head to look down at Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

"I would take it as a personal insult if you were able to stand up right now." Sinric mutters with mock seriousness.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am useless," Ragnar teases, "but you still love me. I feel flattered."