Sinric the Wanderer (
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AU week with Ragnar
{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."
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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He collapses back, panting wildly.
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"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.
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Still deliriously high on pleasure and good hash, Sin peppers Ragnar's neck with kisses.
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Fully seated in Ragnar's lap, Sin goes back to teasing those pert nipples, running his fingers through the soft thatch of chest hair.
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He thrust again, now hitting true every time.
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But he won't last long now.
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He buried his hands in Ragnar's messy hair, pressing their foreheads together and kissing him hard and deep.
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It seems to last forever.
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{ooc: last one for the night, my dear. It's been awesome! See you tomorrow.}
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