[It's odd that Dodger doesn't seem to be in the same predicament; his face is flushed, skin hot, breath ragged, but not a single moan escapes him - the closest he gets is a soft grunt when Ragnar rubs against him in just the right way.]
Trust me... I don't know a man on earth that can keep me pinned.
[Except for Ivar... he finds himself thinking of the kid a lot around this man. Something about his eyes, his smile, his odor... he nearly pauses for a moment before shaking the thought off and leaning down to press his lips to Ragnar's collarbone. They trace a scar down along his ribs, as far down as he can reach before he would have to let go of the man's wrists, and his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he just basks in the presence of perfection, before he leans up to kiss the man again.]
How often do you do this?
[May as well get the important questions out of the way - just enough of them that he'll know how to use him effectively.]
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Trust me... I don't know a man on earth that can keep me pinned.
[Except for Ivar... he finds himself thinking of the kid a lot around this man. Something about his eyes, his smile, his odor... he nearly pauses for a moment before shaking the thought off and leaning down to press his lips to Ragnar's collarbone. They trace a scar down along his ribs, as far down as he can reach before he would have to let go of the man's wrists, and his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he just basks in the presence of perfection, before he leans up to kiss the man again.]
How often do you do this?
[May as well get the important questions out of the way - just enough of them that he'll know how to use him effectively.]