The small spurt that erupts into his mouth is quite enough to satisfy Ragnar very deeply; once he has suckled Sin right through his orgasm, he lets go and licks his lips.

"Well, that was tasty," he says, sitting on the rock beside Sin to gather him into his lap.

It was somewhere between a man spilling, and a woman squirting; the sensation and the taste are unique.

Luckily, it's dark enough by now that people coming from the bar won't notice them any more, here at the very edge of the garden and the wild.