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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[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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slows his thrust, and as he keeps sliding into the tight opening, moaning a little as the friction intensifies.

His hands slide around to stroke Sinric's hips and lower stomach.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes back to meet his slow thrusts, his voice soft and rough as he whispers Ragnar's name over and over like a charm, keeping himself in the here and now.

He pulls Ragnar's arms around him, needing his strong lover to hold him, make him safe even from himself as he takes Ragnt to the hilt.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him close, kissing soft pale skin as he thrusts, slowly and deeply, angling himself to reach the sweet spot inside Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps and shifts a little, just enough to change the angle of Ragnar's thrusts. As good as the sweet spot feels, he isn't ready for that. Not yet. He knows Ragnar can make him orgasm, as so few can but just yet, it would be too much.

He reaches back, cupping the back of Ragnar's head and hoping he understands.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

He does -- by now, he understands that Sinric uses sex for quite a number of expressions and purposes, and doesn't always want to feel orgasms, and that it's no fault of his when Sinric doesn't want one. He wants something else.

Right now, he seems to want both strong thrusts and gentle touch, and Ragnar gives no those.

Who is he to say what Sinric ought to want?

[thewidewideworld]

There's gratitude in the warm, rich sound of Sinric's moan, expressing a love and thanks he could barely have put words to was he not currently breathless with pleasure.

His lithe little body presses back against Ragnar's, moving with him and taking such joy in the feeling of strength and trust. He hasn't been take like this since the attack and Ragnar is putting those feelings out of his memories perfectly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hand wanspder up towards Sinric's breasts again -- by now, it's very clear that they're what Sinric ,ost likes having touched.

And he speeds up his thrusts.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" Sinric breathes, arching his chest to press into Ragnar's big hands. "Oh Ragnar!" His little snail fills slowly, a sign of both his bodily pleasure and the contentment of his spirit in this.

He pushes back, clinching his body to the rhythm of Ragnar's thrusts, wanting to give him the most pleasure it this also.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

At that first tightening, Ragnar gives a pleased and surprised moan; but he keeps going, hands on Sinric's breasts, fingers teasing his hard nipples.