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 moans, spreading his legs a little wider, skirts all bunches up around his waist and fluttering with each thrust.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You're getting all red," Ragnar pants, thrusting regularly now, big, rough warm hands firm on Sinric's hips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles between thrusts and gasps. "I'm sure - oh! - I am. Your manhood was - oh yes - very messy."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So is" -- gasp -- "your rear now!"

Ragnar is moaning, chuckling, thrusting. It's somehow hilarious, and incredibly sexy, like this.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushed back with each thrust, clenching tight to smear the lipstick further. "We're both - harder, please! - going to be filthy, after this!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts harder, groaning at the tight grip of Sinric's hole around him. "Filthy and disshevelled," he pants. "Everybody will see what we have don, when we get out here."

[thewidewideworld]

"They'll see us - ah! - and be so jealous!" He lets out a low, soft keen. "Scandalising the priest!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"They will know" -- gasp -- " we had such great sex" -- rough thrust -- "while they didn't, and the priest never does!"

Some more thrusts, interspersed with groans.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes! So, so good! Oh Ragnar! So good!" He clings to the cistern top for support as Ragnar ploughs him hard.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh yes," Ragnar groans, thrusting hard again and again and again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes back, forcing Ragnar to fuck him deep and hard. He moans, wonderfully rough and broken as the air is forces out of him.

His legs are going to be shaky as they walk out of here.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I'm going to -- aaaargh!!!" Ragnar shouts, and does it, spilling his seed copiously into Sinric as he keeps thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes about against Ragnar for the final thrust, clenching around him to hold him deep as he spills. "Ragnar!" He cries out, loving the heat filling him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Almost clumsily, Ragnar reaches around to slide his hands between Sinric's legs from the front, to check on his own state of pleasure. He's been so rough and greedy and selfish, just fucking into Sinric's demanding hole.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric covers Ragnar's hand with his own, pressing it against his thigh. "It's okay. Please, don't worry." He turns to kiss Ragnar deeply, trying to distract him from the fact he's mostly hard but far from release.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is quite willing to be kissed, but not completely to be distracted. "But it's your turn, too!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Later." Sinric urges gently. "I don't need it now. I just want to enjoy how wonderfully well used I feel." He kisses Ragnar again, losing the last of his lipstick.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You have been well used," Ragnar chuckles. "That's right. But I'll see to it later."

That's a promise.

"Shall Imsit on this thing, and you can sit on me for a bit?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods, grateful Ragnar doesn't push. He shifts so Ragnar can sit and he can drape himself across Ragnar's knees, wonderfully sore and still breathless. "We are going to look quite a sight, walking out into the bar."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And get some envious looks," Ragnar grins. "Rumpled and smudged as we are. And we probably smell of sex."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs happily at the idea. "Sounds perfect." He tucks his head against Ragnar's shoulder. "When my knees aren't quite so shaky."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar wraps his arms around Sinric and holds him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rests his head in Ragnar's shoulder and sighs. "I think I shall have to dress like this more often. It is rather...inspiring."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It's the red lip-colour," Ragnar says. "It makes you want to mess with it."

[thewidewideworld]

"Perhaps I shall have to wear that more often too." He purrs, kissing Ragnar's ear. "Although getting it off everything could be tricky. We rather spread it around."