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]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles, girlish and high, difficult to tell from a woman's just from the sound. enough to confuse the good father a little more.

[witchfinder_general]

"So, I leave you to it," Father Harman says. "Please wipe away the spunk before leaving."

The urinal falls silent, the washbasin goes, and then the door.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs aloud, throwing his head back. "Oh dear, I think we upset him."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs, still moving his fingers inside Sinric. "If he tells Athelstan," he says, "he will roll his eyes at us for being so silly and doing it in a bathroom. I think Athelstan is very cute when he's being exasperated at me, but don't tell him, or he'd try something less cute for disapproval."

[thewidewideworld]

"Imagine the scandal if- oh yes- he tells Athelstan you were with a woman." He flexes and keens.

"Enough, please! I'm ready!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Athelstan will know it was you," Ragnar says. "I don't sleep with random people. Or, you know" -- he positions himself and pushes right in -- "screw them in bathroom stalls on whacky holidays."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cries out as Ragnar enters him, feeling the stretch and burn as he's filled. Turn about is fair play, true enough.

He pants richly. "Athelstan will know, of course. But I doubt Father Harman will!"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"He will be" -- thrust -- "scandalised!"

[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.