AU week with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sin shrugs his jacket back on and wanders outside, arm around Ragnar's waist as they head for a spot on the far side of the garden to enjoy a quiet smoke. It's getting dark but there's enough light to see by, even as the first stars start to come out.

"The stars are different here. Different to anything I've ever seen." He packs the pipe with a practised hand, almost by feel. "When I was up on that mountain, I felt as if the sky was a silk sheet. That it floated down to cover me, touching every part of me. And each of the stars was a pinprick of ecstasy and agony."

He passes Ragnar the pipe and the lighter. The pipe is a little work of art in turned brass and carved bone, feeling old and warm in his hands. "It was the most amazing feeling."

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sits down on a rock that sits right between the gardens and the wilderness, pulling Sinric with him.

"That was nice of the sky," he says as he is lighting the pipe, slowly and carefully. "Usually, it's just out there in its hugeness, enticing you to fall right off the planet and into it's mix of 'mostly void, partially stars' because once you realise just how huge a void, and how few stars, then you'll stop believing in gravity and just spiral out into space."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin chuckles and waits his turn to take a hit. "Are you afraid this tiny world will let you float away? Because I promise to sit on you and hold you down if it tries."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slowly takes his toke, holding the smoke in before letting it out, and passing the pipe to Sinric with a smile on his face.

"Once the world realises just how tiny it is, preposterous little planet," he says, "what choice does it have except admit that its gravity is ridiculous? And off I go."

He makes vague flapping/floating motions with his hands.

[thewidewideworld]

The hash is clean, rich and spicy. As always, Sin brings the good stuff. "Tiny, yes. But never dull."

He takes his hit and cleans the pipe with ritual care before stashing it back in a pocket. He sheds his jacket and moves to straddle Ragnar, lowering his lean body into Ragnar's lap. "See, you're safe now. I won't let the void between the stars claim you. Everywhere you look, there's light. And we humans are always drawn to the light."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls him close into another open-mouthed kiss, humming with pleasure as he does so.

"You know how to nail me fast to the ground?" he chuckles, then. "That's no mean feat!"

[thewidewideworld]

"I was actually hoping you'd be the one doing the nailing but you know me; I'm easy." Sin mutters between kisses.

"And you know neither of us can stay nailed anywhere for long. You're too stubborn and I drift away too easily."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls him close on his lap, close enough to feel the hardness through both their pants, jeans against smooth leather.

"Does that feel like a decent nail to you?" he asks, slyly. "Then I can once more try and nail jelly to the wall, at least for a little bit."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and throws his head back, letting his hair fall in waves. "Oh hell, yes! Feels more like a railway spike to me."

The constriction of his skin tight pants is deliciously painful as he rocks against Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So you're saying you're a sleeper?" Ragnar chuckles, moving his hips into Sinric's rocking motion.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin kisses him just to shut him up and palms his jacket in search of his lube, still moving in Ragnar's lap.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kisses him back, because these things Sin does with his tongue are at least as good as talking.

His movements become a bit more frantic as he is feeling more and more constrained.

He needs freedom. From something, especially pants.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin growls into the kiss, high and warm as he drags himself away.

He gets up, running his hands over Ragnar's thighs. "These need to go." He reaches for Ragnar's fly, kneeling between his feet to help Ragnar out of his jeans.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar puts his hands on the rock and lifts his hips in order to help Sin with that. "They need to be gone!" he declares. "We wear them far too much as it is."

[thewidewideworld]

"Agreed." At this point Sin should be doing something about being overdressed himself but with Ragnar's pants gone, there's a lovely expance of skin that needs kisses.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Submitting to those skilled kisses, Ragnar quickly gets rid of his cut-off and shirt; not that they're technically in the way, but being dressed at all feels wrong all of a sudden.

And the night air feels wonderful on his skin, his nipples perking up by themselves.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin stops to admit the view before leaning back in his knees to strip off his shirt. With anyone else he might stop at the lacy black filled out bra but it's Ragnar, who likes him for who he is, not who he appears to be.

So he sheds that and the false cups inside to reveal his own sweet little breasts. "I've had some additions since I saw you last." His nipples are pierced now, the small bars tipped with red gemstones catch the dying light perfectly. Being Sinric, they're real rubies.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Being Ragnar, of course he has to reach out and touch the rubies, and incidentally Sinric's nipples, which he has always found quite arresting, not to say arousing.

"Lovely!" he says. "Fits you perfectly."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin gasps and arches into the touch, his already hard nipples hardening further. "Wait till you see the rest." Not that he's making any move away from Ragnar's hands on him yet.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans forward and bends so he'll be able to lick over those hard nipples that would be small for a woman but almost obscenely large for a man -- and are just exactly right for Sinric.

"Hmmm, rubies," he says. "Taste wonderful."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin curses richly, shifting closer to let Ragnar have him. Ragnar knows exactly how good that makes him feel and the piercings add an extra layer of sensation.

He fumbles with the fly of the over tight leather pants, peeling them down in a hurry. Beneath matching lace panties, lies his small cock, now decorated with a matching ruby stud on the underside of the head.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Hmm, more rubies," Ragnar says, peering down at him, then reaching to tease the gems through the lace. "I need to taste them too!"

But at the moment, he just can't tear himself away from the rubies in Sinric's nipples, which he teases with his tongue-tips, then suckles with his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin groans, rocking into that touch. He runs his hands over Ragnar's hard body, stroking the flat of his thighs.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar uses two fingers now to rub at the rubies, much as he's rub over a woman's clit; with Sinric, it always pay off to take his dual nature into account with every touch.

[thewidewideworld]

And with Sinric, it always gets a reaction. Not many people know how to work him this way, or what to do with him at all once they get under his clothes. One of the many reasons he loves Ragnar. "Oh yes." He purrs, "Please yes!" There's another set of rubies at the base of his cock where his balls should be.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Most of these people will likely hope to have their own parts seen to in new and interesting ways, or that Sin will open up for them.

Not so Ragnar. He finds the in-between-ness of Sinric, the small breasts and little cock, infinitely fascinating and arousing. He slips his two fingers into the lace panties now, to rub at the rubies lower down.