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 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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"May I," Ragnar gasps, "touch that? I love it."

Small and odd as it is, it is Sinric's sex, and very sweet in its uniqueness.

[thewidewideworld]

"Please!" Sinric begs, removing his hand with an effort. He's almost painfullu hard now, a strange feeling for him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans forwards as he keeps thrusting, reaching between Sinric's legs to run his middle finger along the entire length of Sinric's little prick, back towards the place where Ragnar is pushing into Sinric's hole, and up to the tip again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tenses and tightens, gasping roughly at the sensation. "Ragnar!" He whimpers, "Oh please!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The next rub along the fully awake little snail is slightly stronger, as is the next thrust, nudging insistently into Sinric's sweet spot again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's spine near jack-knifes at the feeling, clenching tight. "Hard, please?" He surprises himself with the words, coming unbidden to his lips. "Use me hard, please?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts harder, pounding into Sinric's hole with renewed abandon while his fingers are massaging Sinric's tiny prick.

Yes, coming for a second time is definitely possible now.

[thewidewideworld]

As is a first time for Sinric. Something he had not expected tonight but he can feel it growing in him like a storm.

He drops his head, his hair a fall of gold as he braces himself for the shattering force of the pleasure building.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps thrusting and rubbing, moaning Sinric's name in his own pleasure, panting as he speeds up.