slipping away with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.

"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs warmly. "I would like that, very much. Does it hurt very greatly? Perhaps Athelstan will help me to be still as you do."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"A little," Ragnar says. "Not very greatly. And of course he would help. He wants one as well -- a little raven over his heart."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles warmly and leans up to steal a kiss. "How very perfect. Will you have a dove to match?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

A kiss is gladly given.

"You know," he says, "that is an excellent idea."

[thewidewideworld]

"Will Athelstan mark you so or will do it yourself? That can not be easy?" He keeps Ragnar's hand on his hip, relishing the warmth against his cool skin.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I haven't considered yet," Ragnar says, moving his hand on Sinric's hip in warm, gentle circles. "It's probably better not to ask one of the people at home who can do that. We should do it together."

[thewidewideworld]

The touch is soothing as well as warming. "Perhaps there is someone here who has the skills to do it for you? So you need not explain the meaning if you do not wish to."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"The forge Goth's girlfriend does it," Ragnar says. "She has done his tattoo -- four cats fighting a dragon, very neat work. She has modern machines, though, that hardly hurt at all."

[thewidewideworld]

"Then perhaps when the time comes, we three can be marked together." He reached up to cup Ragnar's cheek, kissing him softly. The gesture may move Ragnar's hand just a little over on his thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am sure she would do that," Ragnar says. "She makes many things, apart from tattoos -- clothes, wooden toys, lovely rooms."

[thewidewideworld]

"She sounds very talented." Sinric smiles, setting back into Ragnar's arms. "I should like to meet her." He pulls the furs a little tighter around them both, his skin growing cool in the night air.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"She is a bit shy, and often gone to her world," Ragnar says. "I only know about her and her work because Teja often speaks about her. But I'm sure she'd find time for the three of us."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and nuzzles Ragnar's neck. "Then I will have a mark I can touch, see, to show how this place is a part of me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"That reminds you of us when we are far away," Ragnar says.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." He leans up to look into Ragnar's eyes. "You and Athelstan give me a path. I future I had no reason to hope for. When the last lights leave my beloved Constantine's eyes, my life as Aureus will end and that future you have given me as Sinric will begin."

He kisses Ragnar slowly, pressing his hand over that warm stretch of flesh that will one day bear their mark. "This will be my north star."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him close. "That you will travel north by," he murmur, kissing him back, "and one day find me, young and clueless."

[thewidewideworld]

"In a tavern in Ribe, I will find," He whispers between kisses, "a sweet young farmer to entice with stories of far off lands and the treasures they hold." He shifts to kneel over Ragnar, thigh pressed against thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You will," Ragnar whispers back, "and send him on the journey of his life."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums warmly and kisses down to Ragnar's neck, gently shifting to straddle Ragnar. The cold of his earlier panic attack has left him with the thoughts of a future. And the heat of Ragnar's body and love.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans back his head, and runs his warm, callused hands down Sinric's sides, and over his buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs encouragingly, pressing his tight little rear into Ragnar's hands. He kisses his way over Ragnar's neck and collarbone, working down to the upper curve of his chest. His own warm breasts brushing against Ragnar's.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's fingers slide between Sinric's buttocks to touch his opening. He's been there today already, but he could very well do this again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans as he kisses down to Ragnar's nipple, clenching warmly in answer to the touch. His hole is hot and ready for their earlier tryst. "Ragnar." he whispers, tail lifted high.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans with pleasure at the touch of Sinric's lips, and slides his fingers more deeply between his legs, to rub his small prick from behind.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric licks and suckles, lavishing Ragnar's nipples with attention as he presses into his touch, the little snail stirring.