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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[thewidewideworld]

Sin chuckles and lifts his head to kiss Ragnar sweetly. Just as he lowers himself into Ragnar's cock. He doesn't need much stretching and the lube is just enough to ease the way but he's tight. Damn tight. It's been weeks since he let anyone have him like this, too long by Sin's standards but it was worth it to run into Ragnar tonight.

Fully seated in Ragnar's lap, Sin goes back to teasing those pert nipples, running his fingers through the soft thatch of chest hair.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a loud moan as he feels himself so unexpectedly and completely sheathed; he can't help but thrust up into the tight heat that so deliciously descends on him. The touch to his nipples is good enough to make him arch, wanting more, even if he doesn't quite know how.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin giggles and scratches lightly at Ragnar's chest, nipping playfully as he moves his hips in a slow, tiny roll. Just enough to remind them both that Ragnar is buried to the hilt inside him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes!" Ragnar moans, entirely delighted at that scratch and that nip; once more, he thrusts up into that little hip-roll, seeking that delicious heat to lose himself in.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin hums and rubs against him, the little ruby points of his bars warm against Ragnar's chest and his nails slide gently down Ragnar's back.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hands are on Sinric's hips, pushing and pulling and angling so they find a rhythm together that is the most pleasurable to them both. Despite being in the throes of pleasure himself, Ragnar still aims for Sin's sweet spot -- whatever cut off his balls did not rip out the prostate as well, and Ragnar knows that Sin can feel pleasure inside. He shall have as much of it as he can, even if he can't come again, as a woman would.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and arches back, his long hair almost touching the grass as his spine bends. "Yes! Always! So damn good!" He flexes back burying his face in Ragnar's neck to bite and kiss and moan into his skin.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him firmly by the waist as he bends, and keeps on thrusting as he comes back, rough warm hand sliding up Sin's spine to stroke his neck, even as he turns his head to bare his throat to him, to bite as he wants.

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"Oh fuck, Ragnar." He moans, sucking lightly on Ragnar's ear. "How is it you always do me so good?" He clenches as he rolls, meeting Ragnar's thrusts.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Secret skills, remember?" Ragnar breathes hoarsely into Sin's loose blond hair.

He thrust again, now hitting true every time.

[thewidewideworld]

What bubbles out of Sin's throat is half way between a laugh and a moan as he grinds down, desperately trying to milk Ragnar's release out of him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting up, trying to prolong this as far as he can so Sin will get all the pleasure he can feel out of this.

But he won't last long now.

[thewidewideworld]

Oh Sin's feeling plenty, almost more than he can bear seeing there will be no second fall for him but the knife's blade of pleasure feels fantastic anyway.

He buried his hands in Ragnar's messy hair, pressing their foreheads together and kissing him hard and deep.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts up three more times and then comes, long and hard and with a wild shout, spilling himself copiously into Sinric.

It seems to last forever.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin gasps, loving every gush of heat that fills him. He laughs richly and kisses Ragnar again, making no effort to move off his lap. "I've missed you."

{ooc: last one for the night, my dear. It's been awesome! See you tomorrow.}

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And I missed you!" Ragnar declares when he can speak again. "There's nobody quite like you."

He doesn't yet pull out; but soon, his cock will be all soft and leave Sinric's hole by means of its own gravity.

But not yet, please, he thinks as he greedily returns the kisses.

[thewidewideworld]

"I hope not." He giggles, rubbing his smooth cheek against Ragnar's. "I don't think the world is ready for two of me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No, that might be dangerous," Ragnar chuckles, running his hand down Sinric's smooth back.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin snuggles close, warm and small in Ragnar's arms. He hums happily, turning to a soft sound of discomfort as Ragnar slips out of him. All good things end. "I think I might stay here a while. At least until the wind changes. Seems like a fun place."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar tilts his head, and kisses him. "Oh, it is!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Hmm, clearly I need to explore it's hidden depths." The kiss is maddeningly wonderful. He hasn't seen Ragnar in ages and so much has happened in that time but just that simple kiss makes him feel safe and happy.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh yes, including a large garage," Ragnar says, and kisses him again.

[thewidewideworld]

"Now you're just goading me to stay on for a bit." Sin purrs between kisses.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And a karaoke machine, if you're feeling exhibitionist," Ragnar says, now teasing him. "You could do, say, old Tina Turner songs?"

He grins.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin laughs and throws his head back, belting out Simply the Best, with his best tranny flurry.