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]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

There are quite some more thrusts; it seems that Ragnar is even recovering a little, at least enough to keep going a little more.

[thewidewideworld]

The endurance of a warrior. The pleasure of it makes Sinric groan and arch.

He leans forward a little, taking his weight on his hands, trustingly now that Ragnar's touches have put him in the right state of mind to feel safe and good about being taken like this.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Lovely," Ragnar breathes, stroking Sinric's back. Yes, he can keep going like this a bit longer...

[thewidewideworld]

It takes a moment for him to adjust to both the position and the effect it has on him but Ragnar's complements and touches help a lot.

He arches into the touch like a stoked cat, purring softly and wondering if he can draw a second release from Ragnar. No doubt his lover has been as long without sex as Sinric has.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

IN fact, he is getting harder and bigger again inside Sinric as he keeps thrusting, now once more actively angling himself towards hitting the sweet spot.

[thewidewideworld]

And this time he makes no move to discourage Ragnar from seeking that pleasure in him.

He falls to his elbows, making the angle just right, his hair falling around him like a waterfall with each thrust. "Ragnar!" He needs Ragnar's voice, needs all of him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts moaning louder again as his own pleasure once more mounts.

"Sinric," he gasps, "you're getting me to do the impossible!"

[thewidewideworld]

"As you do to me." He gasps between thrusts, his voice high with pleasure and breathless. "I thought I would never- Oh! desire this again."

He reaches between his legs to cup his little snail, filling and aching as it is.