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 pushes deeper inside, crooking his finger as he angles for the sweet spot; at the same time, he sucks and licks harder, faster, wanting to have Sinric come undone inside his mouth so he can taste his pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's release will never be as voluminous as your average man but it's just as forceful, ripping out of him with a high, rich cry that echoes across the garden.

He collapses back, panting wildly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin wraps himself around Ragnar, still breathing hard but already wriggling to run himself against Ragnar. "You!" He growls, half moaning, "Only you make me cum like that. I swear!"

Still deliriously high on pleasure and good hash, Sin peppers Ragnar's neck with kisses.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I like to have some secret skills," Ragnar purrs, relaxing under those intoxicated ministrations.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin purrs, coming back to himself a little more as he teases Ragnar's nipples between rouged lips. "So do I." And one of them is multitasking. Guess who has the lube.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a little gasp of pleasure; he appreciates nipples, on others and on himself, and the way Sin teases them now is nothing if not expert -- definitely a secret skill!

[thewidewideworld]

Sin lavishes Ragnar's with attention, alternating breathing hot and cold air over them between licks and nibbles. One hand behind his back, he has the lube open and slicks his hand before shifting up and forward so he can stroke Ragnar's cock without reaching between them.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar relaxes happily under Sin's lips before he moans loudly at the sudden touch on his cock, which positively jumps under Sinric's fingers.

[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.

[thewidewideworld]

"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.