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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[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!]]