After the tree for the sons of Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric limps up to the nearest entrance to their room, heading straight for the bed. He can wait for food and booze but sitting down is a must.

"Come lay with me." He calls softly, spreading out the furs.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar throws off his furs, kicks off his shoes, and lies down beside Sinric, gathering him close.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws Ragnar into a kiss. Long and sweet and a little needy.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's answering kiss is a little deeper, moist and open and licking.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives in to it, opening to Ragnar even as his fingers reach in under the hem of Raganr's tunic. Those clever, chilled fingers find the small of Ragnar's back, pulling them closer together.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Whatever you want, is yours," Ragnar whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

"Your love." Sinric whispers between kisses. "Your passion. It gives me strength."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"All yours," Ragnar says, his fingers pulling at Sinric's clothes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric wriggles out of his clothes gladly, seeking the touch of skin on skin. He's still cold, still chilled. But he warms swiftly to the touch, as if Ragnar was himself a fire.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar wraps him in his arms, warm and firm and greedy.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric melts into his touch. More more thaws into it. He rubs his cheek against Ragnar's feeling the warm bristle of his beard, fingers carding over his chest hair. The textures of Ragnar excite his senses, rooting him in the present.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar bends his head to kiss him deeply and greedily.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric opens himself to it, his skin warming to a soft gold as he wraps himself around Ragnar. His soft, almost girlish body pressing against the hardness of Ragnar's muscular one.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I could just slip inside you..." Ragnar whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

The words pull a warm whimper from deep in Sinric's core, his cheeks flushing soft gold.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"All mine for the taking," Ragnar says, running his hands over Sinric's back, his shoulders, his buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

"Take me." Sinric breathes hotly, arching like a cat under the touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes him by the hips, and easily hoists him up against the next available wall. He's strong, and Sinric is rather slight.

[thewidewideworld]

Slight and willing. He wraps his arms around Ragnar's shoulders, his legs around Ragnar's hips. Ragnar could just slip in. It wouldn't take much at all. Though Sinric is tight and unprepared, that doesn't bother him at all.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar does lick his fingers and moisten Sinric; it's important to him not to hurt somebody he loves, not out of thoughtless greed. If they want it, that's a whole different thing.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no need for pain. Only pleasure and passion and love and desire. All of which Ragnar is giving him in waves.

He presses against Ragnar, legs wide and inviting. He whispers words of encouragement and desire in more than one language.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kisses him again, and then gently pushes inside him, his hot strength piercing Sinric's cold, exhausted softness.

[thewidewideworld]

A softness that opens to him, welcomes him. And closes tight and warm around him. The deeper Ragnar takes him, the warmer Sinric becomes.

He chants a soft, beguiling rhythm, the words breathless and strange.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts moving, heat and strength radiating out into Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes it, takes it deep inside himself and offers it back in waves of warmth, of love, of hope, and of desire.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting, slow and steady. He wants this to last, for Sinric to catch fire from him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric keeps whispering those strange words, his tone passionate and rich, punctuated with soft moans.

He can feel the light inside him, the pressure building slowly. Gold flickers over his skin like sunlight on water.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him by his hips, then bends his head to kiss the tips of Sinric's breasts while still moving.

[thewidewideworld]

The chant becomes more urgent, more breathless. Full now with Ragnar's name and moans of yes.

He clings, tight heat close around Ragnar as he buries his hands in Ragnar's braid. His eyes are gold now too, glowing from within.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps kissing Sinric's breasts as he moves; he wants the heat to rise more and more, meet his own.

[thewidewideworld]

And with each thrust it does. The light and heat growing stronger and stronger. He leans his head back against the wall, chanting louder and louder, echoing off the roof in strange ways.

The power inside him is growing, bleeding into Ragnar so he can feel it too, feel the heat at Sinric's core. "Soon," he whispers between chanted words. "So close."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Take what you need," Ragnar pants. "My strength, my fire, my love, my passion -- all that nourishes you. It's all yours!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Your strength, your fire, your love, your passion." Sinric moans. "My love. My beloved!"

The gold licks to flames at the corners of his closed eyes, straining at the inferno ready to burst from his core. He throws his head back and opens his eyes, both of them wreathed in golden flames as he screams his peak.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts, and thrusts again, and then spills inside him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric collapse into his arms, holding on for dear life. The flames are gone now, leaving only after-images and the glow of Sinric's warm skin and gold tinted eyes.

He smiles breathlessly and kisses Ragnar, laughing as he does. "How I've missed you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs, and carries him over to the bed. He seems younger now, young as he will have been when Sinric is first going to meet him.

[thewidewideworld]

As does Sinric, his hardest years lifted and he falls into the bed, pulling Ragnar with him. He smiles and trades playful kisses, bright and lovely.

He plays with Ragnar's braid, letting his fingers brush down it's length. "My Raven."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"My lark," Ragnar whispers, closing his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes Ragnar's cheek, down the line of his nose in a soothing gesture. "You need not fear for him, my beloved. Your son." His voice is a soothing as his touch as he gathers Ragnar in his arms.

"His road will be hard, and marked with pain. But it will make him strong. Stronger and fiercer. He will be a Viking."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"A Viking, like all others?" Ragnar says. "Or rather, a Viking unlike all the others?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Unlike any other." Sinric muses. "He will be fierce, cunning, and ruthless. A warrior to be feared with a name that will run ahead of him like a warning. A name that will be remembered almost as long as yours."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is silent for a long while, stroking Sinric's hair.

"Thank you," he finally says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws him into a slow, soft kiss.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him, strokes his hair and kisses him back, just as slowly and lovingly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks deep into Ragnar's eyes, still warm with gold as he returns the loving touches. "You should rest, my beloved. Let the lightening of your heart ease your lost sleep."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Hmmm," Ragnar agrees, pulling Sinric close as he shuts his eyes. "Thank you. Love you."

[thewidewideworld]

"As I love you." Sinric answers with all the gravity of a promise as he curls in Ragnar's arms. "And always will."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I know," Ragnar says. "And I'm truly grateful to the gods."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric steals one last kiss and closes his own eyes. Whatever gods were responsible, Sinric is grateful too.

{ooc: <3 }