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, on the other hand, feels himself sucked in near-powerlessly; he thrusts on instinct, aiming once more for Sin's sweet spot while he tongues the piercings and kisses Sinric's breasts all over, beard tickling as he moves.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and writhes, the smooth stone warming under his back as Ragnar ploughs him. He runs his hands through Ragnar's wild hair, chanting his name in that sweet high moan that's all his own.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are crazy," Ragnar pants, "and it's catching!"

He laughs hoarsely while thrusting.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Then don't, Ragnar." Sin begs, pleads. "Don't hold out on me. Fill me, use me, empty yourself into me. Spake your thirst in my flesh."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh, fuck!!" Ragnar declares as, goaded on by those sweet, filthy words, he can't hold on any more and actually does spill himself helplessly inside Sinric once more.

"This shouldn't even be possible," he finally manages to gasp, a minute or two later, as he's trying to not just collapse right on top of Sin. "How do you do it?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans and clenches perfectly, milking the last of Ragnar's release from him.

He reaches out to pull Ragnar to him, holding him against his heaving chest with a chuckle. "Secret skills."