Ragnar's return.

[thewidewideworld]

Their rooms are as Ragnar found them - clean but recently slept in, to the point that Athelstan's robe still hangs on the back of a chair.

Sinric is quick to tidy it, straightening the bed and hanging thing back where they belong with a servant's practiced hand.

"Let me run a bath for us." He smiles, brushing his hair back into a loose braid.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rises and sheds his shift to join Ragnar under the shower.

He takes the cloth with a soft smile and starts washing Ragnar, following the curves and lines of those muscles.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar smiles slowly and leans back in the shower, offering himself to the touch.

"I'm so much less smelly already," he says, reaching out to touch the tip of one of Sinric's nipples. "I can touch you again without besmirching your pale skin with sweat, soot, kiddie snot and goat shit."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric plays on washing him with a servant's thoroughness and detachment but it's all show, his hands smoothing very deliberately over the hard curves of Ragnar's body.

Until Ragnar touches him, then there's no way of hiding his desire. "Athelstan told me how you like to raise abandoned goat kids. Such a gentle heart under all this." He splays his hand over Ragnar's chiseled pecs, teasing a nipple in return.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a little gasp at the touch, looking pleased.

"Goats are good animals," he says. "Content with much less than cows. A child can manage them, and baby goats are just about the sweetest creatures. Of course I make sure to raise them, at least the female ones."

[thewidewideworld]

"A wise farmer makes a fair leader." Sinric purrs, "And shows you are a good man." He pushes up on his tiptoes to kiss just above that nipple before moving behind Ragnar to wash his back.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a deep, pleased sight that is just short of a purr. "Billy-goats stink worse than me just now," he says, trying to keep the conversation going despite sensual distractions tugging at his nether regions, "and are otherwise terribly contrary sods good for nothing but hopping on the she-goats, so you want to keep them at an absolute minimum. One per settlement is enough."

[thewidewideworld]

"Horny devils, are they?" Sinric answers, smoothing the cloth over Ragnar's rear and upper thighs, kneeding the hard flesh playfully.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Nothing but," Ragnar chuckles. "Worse than me."

He leans back into the touch, grinning. His own horniness is starting to show.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs and massages Ragnar's rear with both hands, peppering kisses across his broad back.

Sure now Ragnar is mostly clean, Sinric struts past him to the bath, kneeling to check the water again.

He normally doesn't like to have people at his back but this is Ragnar and all his senses feel that and don't open themselves to fear. He glances over his shoulder, smiling invitingly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar turns off the shower, shakes like a wet dog -- drops flying wide from his dripping hair -- and walks towards the tub.

"What a very nice prospect," he says, smiling at Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's smile is warm and welcoming as he looks over his shoulder at Ragnar. "Its a view I allow only to those I trust utterly. I don't like having people at my back anymore. Except the few I trust with my body and soul."

His words and the heat of his expression are an invitation to Ragnar and an experiment for himself. He needs to feel this, and for Ragnar to understand what it means to him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar approaches on bare, wet, large (but clean) feet, and bends to gently kiss Sinric's shoulder.

"Your body and soul," he whispers, "are safe in my hands. But tell me at once if you really need me to stop. Say 'really', and I'll stop."

Yes, he understands about the experiment.

[thewidewideworld]

The feel of Ragnar looming over him sends a little shiver down Sinric's back and draws a soft gasp from his lips but he doesn't pull away.

In fact he leans back, looking up at Ragnar. "I will. Thank you." His words are barely enough to carry the gratitude he feels.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar bends his neck and softly kisses Sinric's lips on his upturned face.

[thewidewideworld]

A soft whimper rises to his lips, needy and high as he deepens the kiss, inviting more.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar deepens the kiss, and strokes down Sinric's front, hands lingering on his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

There's another hitch in Sinric's breathing, another shudder but he doesn't call a stop, only presses his small breasts into Ragnar's hands with an arch of his back that shows off his small behind.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kneels down behind him, spreading his long, strong thighs to make room for Sinric's small frame between them.

He throws himself into the kiss, and pulls Sinric even closer while his big, rough hands massage the lush, pink nipples. His rising prick nudges at Sinric's buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cries out into the kiss, more pleasure than panic. He strokes Ragnar's broad thighs, spreading his own knees as far as he can within the embracing bracket of Ragnar.

His nipples turn hard as diamond under Ragnar's ministrations, the swell of his breasts aching with need.

He doesn't press back against the swell of Ragnar's prick, not yet. Still needed a little coaxing past a fear that has lingered in him for some years now.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hands cup and massage Sinric's whole breasts, gently and firmly at the same time, the thumb flitting over the erect nipples.

He keeps kissing Sinric, warm and lovingly, as he is wrapped around the slighter, pliant body from behind.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans into the kiss, pressing his knees against the inside of Ragnar's thighs.

The heat of Ragnar, the clean smell of him, the feel of his muscles, the love in his kiss - all of these contribute to ease the tention out of his thoughts and he presses back a little against Ragnar's prick, letting it slips between his creamy buttocks.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans a little at the minute friction, and pulls Sinric backwards, to feel more skin on skin while he's kissing and stroking him.

"Sinric," he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

The act of drawing him closer makes Sinric gasp, sending a spike of tension through him. He rests a hand over Ragnar's, needing a moment to catch his breath and settle his suddenly racing heart.

"Ragnar." He whispers, holding his forehead against Ragnar's, his dark eyes wide.

It's only a moment before he can master himself; need overriding his baseless fears. He lifts himself a little and pushes back to press the head of Ragnar's prick against his opening. "I need you in me, Ragnar, beloved." He pants.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar reaches out to take some bottle of bath oil from the rim of the tub, and puts some onto his right hand; with that, he reaches between them to make sure Sinric is open and ready, and he himself is slick and smooth to slide in without a hitch.

That done, he puts his hands on Sinric's hips, kisses him again deeply, and slides inside, smoothly, all the way.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is... well, tight. Surprisingly tight. Between weeks now without this and the tention thrumming through him, he's as tight around Ragnar as a vice.

He whimpers into the kiss, shaking a little but not pulling away as Ragnar enters him. His breath comes in ragged pants, hot and sweet against Ragnar's lips.