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'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.

[thewidewideworld]

It builds and builds in Sinric till it becomes too much, overtaking him like a wave breaking on a cliff.

He throws his head back and cries Ragnar's name - high and loud as his whole body tightens and shakes, the force of it coursing through his lithe body.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

As Sinric clenches around him, Ragnar feels himself pulls over the edge once more as well, and spills into Sinric again, shouting his name as he does.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric slumps forward, shaking with the force of it. Even with their care, it always comes as such a shock to him.

He reaches back with one limp hand, brushing Ragnar's thigh with the gratitude he doesn't have breath to say.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls him close and nuzzles his face against Sinric's neck, panting heavily.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is very glad of Ragnar's strong arms around him, even as little aftershocks of pleasure make him shiver. He whispers Ragnar's name as he clings, breathing in the scent of their mingled sweat.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric," Ragnar whispers, holding him. "Oh Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric wraps his arms over Ragnar's, hugging him in return as best he can and letting the storm of emotions and sensations settle into his skin.

He turns with care after some time and kisses Ragnar sweetly. "Come into the bathroom with me?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says, slipping free with a wet sound as Sinric turns. "Some kisses first, then bath."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric winces a little as Ragnar leaves him, feeling open and wet but pleasantly so.

He smiles in Ragnar's arms and kisses him deeply and lovingly. "How I have missed you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him in his arms and kisses him back. "I'm glad we're together now."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses him again, nuzzling Ragnar's cheek. "And we will all be together again. The three of us."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And then we'll both hold on to Athelstan and let him know just how much he is loved," Ragnar says. "He must be so lonely there about the English Christians who are no longer his people."

[thewidewideworld]

"He is." He answers softly. "He's finding it very hard to relate to them as he no longer sees himself as part of that world."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And I can't even be there for him as part of the world he now lives in," Ragnar says.

He gets up from the floor, and extends his hand to Sinric. "Let's get into the bath now and go on talking in there."

Sex on the bath mat is fine; for post-coital cuddling and talking, the actual hot bath may be better.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric accepts his hand and gets up with something less than his usual grace. Shaky knees with do that to you.

He sides into the bath, letting the hot water soak into him. "You are with him." He assures as he take Ragnar into his arms and pressing the flat of his hand over Ragnar's heart. "He carries you here, knowing you are coming for him, that you always love him."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sinks into the bath with him, leaning into the touch, and sighing deeply.

"I will write him a letter," Ragnar says. "So he's got something he can touch."

[thewidewideworld]

"He will like that, very much. I would be glad to help, if I can. Even if it's just to scribe the words."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I can write," Ragnar says, "if not well. And I want everything to be my own work, even if it's hard, especially if it's hard, for his sake."

[thewidewideworld]

He nods, bowing slightly out of respect for Ragnar's aims. "Even if he can't take your letter safely with him, your words will mean the world to him."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar nods. "I hope so," he says.

They mean the world to each other as it is, Athelstan and he.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric fetches a cloth and starts washing Ragnar gently, his hands soft but sure over his skin. "There is much he will need of you when you come again into each other's arms. Much care and understanding, as I did."