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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs just as much. "Well, isn't that the best lap dance ever!"

He's slipped free from Sinric by now, but they're still very close, and rather sticky. He likes it that way.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin laughs and shakes his head. "If that how you want to play, let me do you to Chris Isaac's Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs. "That'll be something to see!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Any time, any place." Sin purrs, nuzzling Ragnar's neck.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans back on the rock, pulling Sinric with him and on top of himself.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin goes with him with a giggles, light and small on Ragnar's chest as he sprawls. "I should let you get back to your pretty boy. I'm not sure he's safe with you friends." Not that he shows any interest in moving off Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Athelstan," Ragnar says. "I hope Floki doesn't scare him too badly."

But for the moment, he doesn't try and move, either.

[thewidewideworld]

"Athelstan. That's an old name for such a young soul." Sin muses, fingers carding lightly at Ragnar's chest hair.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I like," Ragnar says. "It's soft and sweet on my lips."

[thewidewideworld]

"You're just a big old romantic at heart." Sin teases, flicking a nipple playfully.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"A complete softy," Ragnar says, grinning.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin purrs and scritches him like a cat.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs, and stretches like a lazy cat, too.

[thewidewideworld]

"Don't fall asleep." Sin warns playfully. "As comfortable as I am, your back will hate you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I'm just the right size for a furry mattress," Ragnar chuckles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin laughs and kisses him again. "Yeah, but you won't fit in my gear roll."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"In that case," Ragnar says, "we should probably go back in."

Still not moving, though.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin grumbles playfully and slides up Ragnar's body to kiss him, long and and slow and pointedly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Keep that up, and I'll be hard again in a bit," Ragnar mock-protests. "And what will I do then?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Bend me over this rock and make scream?" Sin suggests innocently.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a little gasp as the dirty talk seems to hit him right in the middle of his pelvis with a sweet, hot stab.

"You're doing it!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sin purrs and pitches his voice low. "Considering how wet and full I am already, you could just bend me over and take me, fuck me deep and hard." He takes Ragnar's hand, licking up the length of his thumb. "Or throw me down with those big hands of yours and uses my mouth shamelessly. Smear my lipstick all over your cock."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No, your hole!" Ragnar says, before he can stop himself.

Something of Ragnar's positively jabs at Sinric where they're still snuggled close and sticky in the middle.

"You've done it now!" he laughs.

That's the Sin who can bring a man off with words and a bit of the good stuff!

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah, it's my tight wet ass you want is it?" Sin wiggles against him. "Wet and ready and so very hot. Just waiting, yearning for that lovely prick of yours." He moans. "Haven't you just dreamed of bending me over that bike of yours?"