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.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

One hand on Sinric's little prick, the other on his breasts, Ragnar tries to keep his hips still as to be ridden by Sinric in whatever way he wants.

[thewidewideworld]

And ride he does. Sinric lifts his arms again, swaying and moving to some unheard music, the primal bass of it in their heartbeats and breathing. His long hair, still curling at the tips, falls over his shoulders and down his back as he dances his passion.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans and writhes a little with pleasure, trying to contain himself; his hand is now firmly stroking the little snail, to add pleasure from outside to the one Sinric is getting from his prick.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves into a slow, deep roll that allows him to thrust into Ragnar's hand as well as drive himself into Ragnar. He sings softly, breathlessly, swaying his lean body.

It isn't often he gets to revel in the sheer hedonistic pleasure of riding a lover like this. His eyes grow heavy as the first tinglings of his coming orgasm build up inside him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric," Ragnar says, softly, keeping still for him, apart from his hands. "My sweet Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Move with me, Ragnar." Sinric purrs, leaning in to kiss him and change the angle of his thrusts. "Dance with me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says, "oh yes, I will!"

He starts moving his hips, tensing his buttocks as to push into Sinric as he moves on him, thrusting in the rhythm of Sinric's sensual dance.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps roughly as Ragnar's thrusts find just the right spot. He throws his head back and aims each thrust just so, his little snail leaking with the pleasure of it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Soon," Ragnar gasps in warning, "soon -- just a moment more!"

His fingers on Sinric speed up, to bring him over the edge before he himself goes.

[thewidewideworld]

It doesn't take much to push him, not the way Ragnar is stroking him. He pushed himself down onto Ragnar harder and faster, throwing his head back in ecstasy as pleasure overtakes him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Sinric's. Ovemwnts the demanding pushes and ecstatic clenching, push Ragnar over the edge right with him, and he shouts loudly in pleasure as he copiously spills into Sinric for the second time in as many hours.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rides Ragnar till he can bear the pleasure no more, his face glowing and flushed. He half collapses onto Ragnar, propped up by his elbows as he pants roughly. Every time it take so much out of him.

"Ragnar." He whispers, awed and sweet, "Thank you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar puts his arms around Sinric, holding him and panting, until his breathing slows down, and he comes down from the aftershocks of fierce pleasure as well.

"Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans as Ragnar softens and slips from him, still curled up on Ragnar's chest. He eventually manages to shift to one side, falling gracelessly and bonelessly into the furs.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pulls the furs over them and gathers Sinric close. "Let's not move for a bit," he says, closing his eyes.

Not to sleep, he thinks, just to rest them for a bit as eyelids feel heavy.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes. Perfect." Sinric on the other hand is somewhat wiped out and curls up happily in a light doze. His hand rests on Ragnar's chest, just over his heart.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar, of course,,starts snoring softly after no more than two minutes, whatever he had been thinking before.

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: adorable! Shall we leave them there?}

[bigarmy_strangepants]

[[OOC: Perfect -- thanks for this thread!]]