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]

"Can't we do one first, and then the other?" Ragnar says.

He looks around.

"Why do people write on the walls here?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly and sits on the lid, tucking his skirts under him as he reaches for the laces of Ragnar's breeches.

"I couldn't say. Some of the Varangians carve their names into the pillars when they're bored on guard duty."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar comes closer, and grins at Sinric. "I should write 'Sinric is beautiful'," he says.

[thewidewideworld]

"I suspect someone might guess who put it there." He grins, his lips full as he frees Ragnar from his pants.

He looks up, lashes dark and eyes bright as he takes the head of Ragnar's manhood into his mouth, hot skin smearing with the brilliant red.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans at being so summarily taken, and his manhood swells even further between Sinric's red lips.

"Especially, with my, spelling!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric grins around him and draws back, just enough to show off the red smears before taking Ragnar deep in a quick, darting movement.

Sinric might be a little lusty right now.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gives a surprised little yelp and can't help surging forwards a little, pushing into Sinric's ready mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs deep in his throat and takes him gladly before pulling back with a slow, teasing twist of his tongue and the slightest hint of teeth. And a whole smear of red.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar groans heavily and looks down at them. "So nice and telling," he says. "I'll give that back to you."

He thrusts again. This is only the first part, after all, and that colour gets everywhere.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs again, sending the feeling up and down Ragnar's manhood as he bobs with Ragnar's thrusts, letting him set the pace.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So sweet," Ragnar says, moving slowly and deliberately, "so filthy. So good!"

Filthy is a good thing in the context -- the red lip colour, the bathroom stall, the fact that someone might come into the lavatory and hear every sou d from behind the partition.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs again, adding a playful scrap of teeth on the upstroke. Just to make Ragnar moan.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

And Ragnar does moan, with abandon, as he keeps thrusting slowly.

Then, there is a noise outside, the door going, and the tinkle of a urinal being used.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes glitter with mischievous glee, curling his tongue just so in the way that never fails to make Ragnar moan.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar moans loudly, either not noticing the activity outside, or not caring.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans back and stiffles a giggle, both of them well and truly smeared now. He holds a single finger to his lips to hush Ragnar before darting in to take him deep again.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar can't help but hiss sharply, and the somebody outside clears his throat.

Ragnar clamps his lips shut, but his breath is still rough and ragged, especially with Sinric all around him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric however I'd having a ball, grinning brightly as he bobs his head, curls bouncing.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar groans loudly with pleasure, despite his best efforts.

"Fuck!" he says, or some such thing in Viking parlance.

The somebody outside shuffles his feet very audibly as the tinkle continues.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles again and leans back slowly, teasingly.

He rests a hand on his leg, drawing it up inch by inch to show off his stockinged knee and slowly up his thigh. He looks up at Ragnar with bright, rich smile, promising much.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar manages. "There. In there."

He reaches for Sinric, wanting him to get up so he can get inside.

"Oy, keep it down!" says a voice outside.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes the most of the distraction to turn around, hands braced on the top of the cistern as he lifts the skirt of his pretty dress. The stockings taper off perfectly to frame his tight behind.

He grins at Ragnar over his shoulder, playfully wicked.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes!" Ragnar says, wetting two fingers in his mouth to then push them inside and prepare Sinric.

"This is quite embarrassing, Ragnar Lothbrok," the voice from outside says, drily.

It's Father Harman.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans sweetly and pushes back against Ragnar's fingers and clenching, shameless as a cat in heat.

He stifles a laugh as Father Harman calls Ragnar out, waiting to see how Ragnar will react.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Shall we stop until you go?" Ragnar asks, sweetly. "I know your god doesn't like sex, but ours do."

"I will hardly," Father Harman says, "hold a theological discussion with a man getting his rocks off in a toilet stall, while emptying my own bladder. That's too much, even for Milliways on Halloween."