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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

He clenches tighter still as Ragnar's attention to his breasts sends a jolt of pleasure through him. He moans Ragnar's name, one hand tangled in Ragnar's hair, the other gripping Ragnar's broad thigh for support as Ragnar's powerful thrusts rock him to the core.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts, groaning with pleasure, and presses into Sinric's touch.

[thewidewideworld]

He shifts his weight a little now so Ragnar's thrusts find that place within him that causes his heart to race. He's still not ready to fall to pleasure but he does want to feel it, even as he knows Ragnar is nearing his own. The feeling causes him to cry out brightly, only not falling forwards to his hand because of Ragnar's grip on him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him close, thrusting strongly and murmuring encouragement and love, disjointed in his pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Every thrust brings a cry to his lips now. Sometimes Ragnar's name, sometimes words of joy and pleasured curses. And just once, Athelstan's name. For he is part of their joy too, even in his absence.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

That name is answered with a little sob, and stronger thrusts.

Yes, he's always part of them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels a sudden pang of regret that he has taken advantage of Ragnar for his own needs and desires tonight when it is so clear Ragnar is pining for his lover. He pushes back into Ragnar's thrusts, wanting to give him pleasure before he can bring him comfort too.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Oh, Ragnar is quite happy to do that -- he does love Sinric very much, as well, if differently.

"Oh yes, yes!" he gasps, almost there.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tighten and moans, willing Ragnar's joy over the edge with his whole body.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Three more thrusts, and Ragnar is there, puling Sinric tight a shouting with pleasure as he spills hotly into Sinric's hole.

[thewidewideworld]

The heat filling him draws a long moan of pleasure from Sinric and he closes his eyes to relish it. He leans back against Ragnar, an arm around his neck as they both breathe roughly.

"Beloved Ragnar." Sinric breathes, turning to kiss Ragnar's cheek. "How I have missed you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar cranes his neck to kiss him.

"Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans into the kiss, feeling Ragnar still hot and hard inside him and relishing the warmth of their bodies. The hard muscle of Ragnar's chest against his narrow shoulders is a blessing, making him feel safe and loved.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moves again, a few slow thrusts, as he's not gone soft yet, and Sinric is rather slick and open now, what with all the seed Ragnar has spilled inside him.

[thewidewideworld]

The movement draws soft moans from Sinric, resting his head on Ragnar's shoulder as he basks in them and the glow of pleasure. "You feel so right inside me." He whispers. "I have ached for you. As I know he has."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am glad to have you here," Ragnar says, still moving -- he may be done, but he still has some standing power left until he'll soften and slip out. "And I will have him again as well, before long."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans an agreement, arching back to make the most of Ragnar's last few thrusts. "He will need you, your gentleness as well as your strength."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts, kissing Sinric's shoulders as he does so -- he wants to give all the pleasure he can, to the very last moment.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric is grateful for every thrust, his voice soft and sweet with moans.

He reaches back to hold Ragnar again, whispering his name.