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 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?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes!!" Ragnar gasps, that bit of him rapidly growing big and hot and hard between them, pushing against Sin as if all by itself.

"I mean, fuck, you're fucking impossible!"

He jerks his hips up towards Sin; he can't not.

[thewidewideworld]

"Hmm, bent over leather of seat, my naked breasts pressed against the warm paint of the tank. Wearing nothing but your jacket as the engine purrs beneath us." Sin rubs himself against Ragnar, mere inches from being in the right spot to be taken. "Your gloved hands on my creamy hips as you plough my tight little ass over and over."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hips jerk up; he's moaning desperately and shamelessly now.

"Your hole," he gasps. "Let me. Please!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Do it." Sin purrs richly and leans in to suck on Ragnar's earlobe. "There's nothing stopping you from taking what you want. Taking me how you want."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

That's too much for Ragnar not to act on: he turns them over so Sin's on his back on that rock, then spreads his legs wide by the knees and thrusts inside. Sin is wet, loose and ready, as promised.

Never one to skimp, Ragnar bends over to suck on Sinric's nipples again, strongly and demandingly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's laugh turns into a moan as he hooks his legs around Ragnar's waist. He arches up, pushing up on his elbows to offer up his breasts as Ragnar attacks them. He gasps, powerless and pretty under the strong biker. Except for the fact he's anything but.

[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."