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

[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."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It's on my trousers now as well," Ragnar observes. "Your lips, my cock, your bottom, my trousers. That stuff gets around."

[thewidewideworld]

"Your lips, your neck. A few other places too." Sinric chuckles and stands up, groaning softly. "Perhaps we should clean up a little before we make everyone else green with envy at our pleasures."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"They have these thin wiping sheets here," Ragnar says, tugging at the toilet paper.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and with infinite care, cleans off the worst of the smears on Ragnar's face. Leaving rather nice looking ones on his neck and cheek.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Let me clean you," Ragnar says, and pulls off a wad of the loo roll as well.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lifts his face, presenting himself to be tidied. "Thank you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts to carefully wipe away all the red he can find.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and kisses Ragnar's cheek, his lips now more naturally red. "Shall we go put everyone else to shame?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar stands, and makes sure that his clothes are completely closed and done up again, if not by any means straight or tidy.

"Yes," he says. "Let's."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gets up, looking well ruffled with his curls falling in an artful mess down his shoulders.

He holds a hand out to Ragnar, pulling him up into a kiss before strutting out into the bar, still holding his hand.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar walks along with him -- any stranger will see a beautiful woman from the future, of course, coming from the men's loo with the Viking who got the cream. Or the canary.

[witchfinder_general]

Father Harman, sitting nearby over his books, gives them a wry look.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric returns the look with a playfully flirtatious smile.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It's a great night for it," Ragnar assures the priest. "After all, it's a feast day, and I don't like chocolate that much."

[witchfinder_general]

"So chocolate and sex seem to you the appropriate ways to celebrate Christian holidays?" Father Harman says, grinning.

He may have recognised Sinric by now. On the other hand, he may not...

[manofbusiness]

Childermass raises an eyebrow at the pair of them.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar smiles. "Hello."

[manofbusiness]

"Had quite a good time of it, I see", he observes without judgment.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles and kisses Ragnar's cheek and trips over to the bar to get them drinks.

[runningred]

Jay's spread out at one of the tables, working on some small device. He spots Ragnar and the pretty blonde and grins. He tips Ragnar a respectful nod.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar replies with a thumbs-up gesture.

"Hello," he says, grinning. "What are you building?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric clings to Ragnar's side, looking at the mechanic curiosity.

[runningred]

Jay offers them both a seat. "Trying to find a way to communicate with the drones."

He nods a bow to Sinric. "I don't believe we've met."