[A moan catches in his throat, and then belatedly leaks out as he remembers how to breathe. Dodger finds himself squirming to gain more friction, and with Ragnar handling them both his hands are free to grip Ragnar's back and dig his nails in.
As he starts to teeter on the edge of climax, his fingertips turn burning hot, like his body had been before, but his grip locks Ragnar in place. His nails scratch long lines down the man's back, burning the skin enough to look like a sunburn later that will likely last the week. And then, afraid of Ragnar suddenly jumping back, his hands fly up again to grasp his back as Dodger comes across their stomachs with a long groan of pleasure.]
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As he starts to teeter on the edge of climax, his fingertips turn burning hot, like his body had been before, but his grip locks Ragnar in place. His nails scratch long lines down the man's back, burning the skin enough to look like a sunburn later that will likely last the week. And then, afraid of Ragnar suddenly jumping back, his hands fly up again to grasp his back as Dodger comes across their stomachs with a long groan of pleasure.]