Sinric kisses him again before sitting up, his narrow hips pressed against Ragnar's as he displays the long, lean lines of his body. Arms raised and swaying, he smiles.

"I am yours to touch. As long as I may touch in return." He lowers his hands to stroke from the join of their bodies, sweeping up to caress Ragnar's hard chest and hardened nipples before leaning in to kiss him again.