[The hand on his throat makes him grin, that sick little grin that haunts every man that tries to deny his advances with violence. For a moment he strains against the hand, playful if anything, before letting Ragnar hold him back and watching him with a fire of lust in his eyes.
When the Viking kisses him, it's like he's suddenly remembered how to breathe - like the world had turned gray months ago, when Eichi had left, and suddenly it was back in vibrant color as soon as Ragnar's lips crushed against his.
He stumbles backward, but keeps pressing back into him, gripping his shirt sloppily and shifting his hips just slightly out of habit. God, he could drown in this moment, and die happily.]
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When the Viking kisses him, it's like he's suddenly remembered how to breathe - like the world had turned gray months ago, when Eichi had left, and suddenly it was back in vibrant color as soon as Ragnar's lips crushed against his.
He stumbles backward, but keeps pressing back into him, gripping his shirt sloppily and shifting his hips just slightly out of habit. God, he could drown in this moment, and die happily.]