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Ragnar Lindgren knew that his boyfriend Magnus believed that Ragnar’s home was on the ice. Ragnar often had to pinch himself when he considered that he was able to make a living and do good works by playing hockey, the sport he’d always loved, but his real, true home was wherever Magnus was. Right now, that was in his arms, napping in a hotel room, and Ragnar could not have been more content or at peace.

The couple rarely had a Saturday night off, and even rarer still in Stockholm, and they were determined to make the most of the opportunity. Ragnar’s professional hockey career meant that the majority of Saturday nights were spent on the ice competing hard as the captain of the Växjö Lakers, one of the top teams in the SHL. Växjö was their home and while it was a lovely place to live, it was small and the nightlife couldn’t compare to that of the capital city, so when the Lakers had a game scheduled in Stockholm on a Saturday afternoon, they were thrilled.

The day itself had gone extremely well. Because it was an early game, Ragnar had organized an outing for some of the kids from the LGBTQ+ shelter that their friend Walter worked for, Kaleidoscope Hearts. They had been invited to watch the warm-up from the bench, had fantastic seats for the game (which the Lakers won handily), and were allowed in the press room for the post-game questions. Ragnar had been working with and donating money towards the shelter for some years now, feeling the need to support the community in a tangible way.

Once the post-match activities had been taken care of and all the selfies shot and hugs given, Ragnar and Magnus were free for the rest of the night. They asked Walter, his long-time boyfriend Henry, and the Crown Prince Wille if they wanted to join the couple for dinner at a nearby restaurant. Wille begged off, citing fatigue and the desire not to be the fifth wheel, but Walter thought he was probably too wrapped up thinking about the new man he’d recently met. He hadn’t seen Wille like this in a long time and he hoped everything worked out.

On the short walk from the arena to the popular restaurant, the four men passed a bus stop that had a large advertising poster on one side: Ragnar, dressed in a beautiful charcoal gray suit and burgundy shirt, smoldered at them as they went by.

“Looking good, Ragnar!” Henry clapped the erstwhile model on the back as Magnus beamed at his breathtakingly gorgeous boyfriend. 

“Heh, thanks! We took those shots last summer and I’d completely forgotten about this ad campaign.” Ragnar shook his head. “It’s still weird seeing these posters of myself. Not sure I’ll ever get used to it.” The upscale clothier, Tiger of Sweden, had approached Ragnar’s agent a couple of years earlier to hire him to be their celebrity face and body for one campaign. Ragnar had been interested but only if they agreed to his terms: instead of getting paid for it, he would keep all of the modeled outfits that he liked and they would make a donation to the charity of his choice. They eagerly accepted, which led to Walter receiving a huge shock when he opened the shelter’s mail a month later to find a large check. It also meant that in public, especially to and from games, Ragnar was dressed to the nines in perfectly fitted suits, beautiful shirts, and luxurious accessories. The ads were such a success that Tiger extended his contract and this was now his third campaign. Magnus had never told him, though maybe Ragnar knew, but he bought the fashion magazines with the ads and cut them out, keeping them in a folder in their desk at home. His boyfriend might play it down but Magnus was incredibly proud of him…and incredibly turned on by the photos, especially the underwear modelling.

The restaurant was noisy, crowded, and energetic, exactly what they were looking for to keep the positive vibes of the day going. As the foursome ate, they talked easily and laughed readily, trading good-natured barbs and bringing up inside jokes shared among old friends. They were interrupted from time to time by Ragnar’s fans, looking for a selfie or an autograph or both. He greeted them all with a warm, genuine smile and was happy to spare a few minutes for each person. It was important to him because their support made it that much easier for him to be the only out player in the league. Magnus and Walter had a quiet side discussion about “Daniel,” the code name they used for Wille in case anyone was eavesdropping. Magnus was curious to know what Walter thought of this new man who’d swept into Wille’s life and had him thinking about making some serious changes.

As their meal was winding down, Magnus asked the other two if they wanted to go dancing with them later. They thanked them but declined, saying that Henry had a case starting on Monday that he needed to prepare for, so they’d go back to their condo and call it an early night. They all exchanged affectionate hugs outside before each couple set off in a different directions, Magnus and Ragnar happily joining hands for the short walk back to the hotel. In the period after Ragnar had come out, Magnus had been nervous about public displays of affection, even as minor as handholding, even in a city as large as Stockholm, but he had come to believe that nothing would change if people who had the opportunity didn’t try to change things. He knew they had advantages that other queer couples didn’t – they were both physically imposing and Ragnar was a fairly well-known, well-liked professional athlete – but even so, they still received some insults while out in public. However, together they had decided that the negative opinions of a few ignorant people were not going to keep them from demonstrating their love for each other.

“It was good seeing those guys again!” Ragnar’s team’s travel schedule had them going all over Sweden so they didn’t have a chance to meet up with friends as often as they’d like.

“Yeah, I’m really happy to see them doing so well.” Magnus had known Walter and Henry since high school and was aware of the issues Walter had gone through with his family when he came out, so was very pleased that he was happy with his life with Henry and his work with the shelter.

They rounded the corner and their hotel came into view. “Mags? Any objections to taking a nap before we go out?” Ragnar knew he could keep going without one but with a readily available bed and the time, he thought he may as well take advantage. Plus, it would give them some quiet time alone, which he always loved.

Magnus smiled at him. “None whatsoever! The club won’t be hopping until later anyway so no need to rush out.”

Once in the room, Magnus found himself waiting for his boyfriend as they stripped down to their underwear – boxers with small polka dots for Magnus, tight blue boxer-briefs for Ragnar – because Ragnar’s outfit had so many more pieces to remove. Ragnar’s bedside table was littered with his discarded watch, cuff links, tie, and pocket square. Magnus was not complaining, however; this gave him a chance to set his phone’s alarm to wake them in an hour, and to watch Ragnar disrobe, which he always found exciting. He couldn’t decide if his favorite moment was when Ragnar flexed his shoulders and torso to remove his shirt, or when he bent over to take off his pants. The best part, though, was that Ragnar always knew Magnus was ogling him and slowed his movements just enough to make it last.

Ragnar winked at him as he draped his pants over a chair. “Seen enough?”

Magnus shook his head as his lips curled into a smile. “Never.” Ragnar grinned back at him as he took two steps to close the gap between them and slid his arms around Magnus’ waist. Magnus’ arms went around Ragnar’s neck, and they stood gazing into each other’s eyes as they relished the warm, electric touch of each other’s bare skin.

“I thought we were supposed to be taking a nap,” Magnus murmured. Of course, plans could be changed and if Ragnar felt like doing…something else, Magnus would not object in the slightest.

“Mmmm, right, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing. It’s your fault for distracting me, looking sexy in those boxers.” Ragnar let his hands drift downwards to squeeze his boyfriend’s ass cheeks, eliciting a groan from said boyfriend.

“God, Ragnar, you can’t do that and expect me to agree to a nap!” Having his crotch pressed into Ragnar’s was also not helping at all; they could each feel the other react in a very predictable way.

“You’re right, you’re right!” Ragnar immediately removed his hands and took a step back, which allowed each of them to see the…effect they had on each other. “Now it’s nap time, I swear.” Magnus shot him a skeptical look. “No, really! I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Well, don’t be too good.” Magnus winked at him this time. “I won’t know what happened to the real Ragnar.”

They grinned at each other as they climbed into bed and moved into their favorite position to fall asleep, Ragnar spooning Magnus from behind. Ragnar kissed him softly on the back of the neck and said, “I can’t wait to take you out tonight, Baby.”

Magnus sighed happily. “Me neither, my love, but for now get some rest.” Ragnar kissed him once more in reply and then Magnus felt him start to settle. It wasn’t more than two minutes before Magnus heard his boyfriend’s breathing change and he knew Ragnar was fast asleep. It always impressed him that Ragnar was able to sleep whenever and wherever, but he knew that a professional athlete with the kind of busy schedule Ragnar had needed to be able to manage his energy effectively. He and Magnus kept the same basic schedule but Ragnar expended ten times the energy working out, practicing, and playing in matches. It was not unusual, especially at home, for Magnus to wake up earlier than Ragnar and take advantage of that time to run errands, keep appointments, or work on his novels. He appreciated the quiet time in the morning to be productive, when the ideas were flowing of course, but was always happy to pause what he was doing if Ragnar called out from the bedroom. He could tell from Ragnar’s intonation if “Baby? Are you still here?” was a sleepy request for him to return to bed to cuddle while Ragnar continued to wake up, or if it was a horny request that would find Ragnar nearly stiff as he slid into bed with his mouth already watering in anticipation.

Eyes closed, Magnus smiled as he focused on the sound of Ragnar softly snoring behind him and drifted off to sleep himself.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Ragnar’s eyes shot open as he awoke to the sound of Magnus’ alarm. Beneath his arm, he felt Magnus stir and slowly reach over to the phone to turn it off. Ragnar found it amusing that for someone who kept earlier hours than he did, Magnus did not nap well. He was always groggy and disoriented after waking, unlike Ragnar, who would recharge while he slept and was able to reset immediately.

Alarm silenced, Magnus rolled onto his back and pressed his side against Ragnar as he turned his head towards him. “Hey. Did you sleep well?” Ragnar smiled at his slightly rumpled boyfriend. “Of course I did; you were here with me.” Magnus grinned as he tilted his chin up to capture Ragnar’s mouth in a gentle kiss before replying, “Good.”

Ragnar’s fingertips traced some random patterns on Magnus’ smooth, bare chest as he pressed his lips softly against his boyfriend’s temple. “You know I’d be happy to stay here in bed with you,” he began coolly…before swiftly sliding his hand up the side of Magnus’ head to hold him while he suddenly bit down and tugged on his earlobe. When Magnus yelped joyfully and squirmed, Ragnar let go and murmured, “But we have a date to go dancing tonight, so let’s get ready.” He used his palm to turn Magnus’ head towards his and their mouths naturally melded together in a deep, passionate kiss that Ragnar was loathe to break but he really did want to go out. He pulled his head back and lifted himself onto one elbow. “Give me ten minutes to shower!” He rolled backwards and off the bed to head for the bathroom as Magnus continued lying on the bed and gazed happily at his athletic boyfriend’s rear view.

On his way to the bathroom, Ragnar discreetly opened the hotel closet’s door to quickly grab a hanger that held a pair of pants and, hidden between the folded legs, a small cloth bag. He and Magnus had made tonight’s plans months ago when they were looking over the team’s schedule; this had given Ragnar the time and opportunity to find a chance to slip away to a boutique to make a special purchase for the evening. Despite needing a larger size than the average man, it didn’t take up much space and was easy to spirit it into the room without Magnus noticing. He grinned to himself as he brought the hanger into the bathroom, put it on the hook on the back of the door, and turned on the shower.

In the other room, Magnus stretched and sat up on the edge of the bed. Ten minutes was more than enough time for him to get dressed; one of the disadvantages to traveling all the time was that he didn’t have his full wardrobe to choose from on occasions like this, so he’d have to pick one of the two shirts he’d brought. He didn’t think Ragnar really needed to shower – he’d smelled very nice lying next to him – but he could wash up quickly when he needed to…when he wasn’t being distracted by someone else in their large, walk-in shower at home. When he opened the closet to decide on the shirt, he noticed that the hanger with Ragnar’s pants was gone, which he thought was strange. Maybe he wanted the shower’s steam to flatten out some wrinkles? He shrugged and took his pick of the two blue tops he’d brought, choosing the deep cobalt. He paired it with some lightweight charcoal gray pants, an option that usually wouldn’t make sense during the winter in Stockholm but he’d appreciate them inside a hot, crowded club. With a long, woolen coat, from Tiger of Sweden naturally, over his outfit, he’d be fine going to and from the venue.

He heard the water shut off and knew he had a bit more time to wait until Ragnar was ready, so he picked up his phone to check his messages; maybe Walter and Henry had changed their minds about joining them tonight. He was standing by the hotel room’s desk – did anyone actually use them for work? – looking down at his phone and smiling at a meme Henry had texted while they were napping when he heard, “How do I look?” Magnus glanced up…and then registered the faint thunk as his phone hit the carpeted floor and his knees buckled, requiring him to put a palm on the desk to keep himself upright. There was Ragnar, beaming at him with his thousand-megawatt grin, hair gelled and styled, wearing fitted black chinos and…a black and gold striped semi-sheer button-down shirt that left little to the imagination. Magnus’ mouth hung half open as he gaped at his ravishing boyfriend. Everything was just visible enough: the chiselled contours of his toned, muscular chest; the dark aureoles around his nipples; and the definition of the top of his abdominals. “My god, Ragnar, you look stunning.”

Magnus’ reaction was everything Ragnar was hoping for. He’d felt a burst of heat in his chest – and lower down – as he’d watched his boyfriend’s legs give way, knowing that he’d provoked that dazed look in his eyes. Magnus was very good for his ego; his sweet boy never failed to tell or show Ragnar how much he appreciated him. Well, Ragnar thought of him as his “sweet boy,” but Magnus was no longer a boy and was just as hungry for sex as Ragnar, as evidenced by the intense look on Magnus’ face and the way he licked his lips as he walked across the room towards him.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“’Like it’ is a hell of an understatement,” Magnus began as he stepped up to him. “Every eye in the place is going to be on you…that is, if I let you out of this hotel room tonight.” Magnus’ lips curled into a wicked grin as he ran one palm up the front of Ragnar’s chest, feeling the smooth sheer fabric underneath his hand, as his other hand travelled south where he cupped and squeezed Ragnar through his pants, causing his boyfriend to gasp.

“Ahhhhh, Baby, you know I’ve been…mmmmmm…looking forward to this night for months.” Ragnar couldn’t help but close his eyes and tilt his head back as he quickly hardened under Magnus’ touch.

“Me too…but now that I see you dressed like this….” He continued to grope Ragnar as he trailed his other hand to the buttons of his shirt. “Looking so good…so hot…so sexy….” He punctuated his compliments by undoing one button at a time, moving further and further down. Now that the front of the shirt gaped open, Magnus slid his hand across the bare skin, feeling Ragnar tremble under his fingertips. Magnus leaned forward to kiss and lick along his boyfriend’s collarbone, eliciting a low moan.

“God, Baby, what are you doing? I didn’t buy this top just for it…ahhhhh…to end up on the floor already tonight.” He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could stand, but as much as he wanted to toss Magnus on the bed and have his way with him, he wanted to take him dancing even more.

Magnus paused his kissing long enough to say teasingly, “Then you miscalculated badly, didn’t you?” When he resumed, he went directly for Ragnar’s nipple, nibbling it semi-gently, and was gratified to hear its owner’s sudden intake of breath. Magnus had also been anticipating this evening but the sight of Ragnar in this outfit basically wiped every other thought out of his head apart from, “I want him now.” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to convince Ragnar to stay in but for the moment he was enjoying the challenge.

Ragnar wasn’t really sure if he could avoid giving in to the temptation to stay and immediately satisfy their urges, but he was determined to try. He knew, however, that if he allowed himself to caress and stroke and taste Magnus, he would be done for; resisting that would be impossible. So he kept his arms by his sides, hands balled into fists, as he struggled mightily to maintain the few shreds of composure he had left.

“Baby, you’re making this very hard….” Magnus chuckled at Ragnar’s half-hearted complaint as he finished unbuttoning the rest of the very racy shirt, which allowed him to slide his hand around to Ragnar’s back, revelling in the goosebumps his movements generated. His other hand remained where it was, on his boyfriend’s significant bulge, thoughts of which made his mouth water. He had to swallow before replying, “You don’t have to tell me how hard I’m making it.” They both smiled at the double entendre Ragnar had walked into.

Magnus decided he hadn’t made things quite difficult enough because Ragnar still seemed able to resist him, so he figured he’d take things to the next level. Forming his hand into a claw, he dragged it down Ragnar’s back, pressing his nails into the skin, making Ragnar’s mouth fall half-open as he moaned with pleasure, a sound Magnus loved causing and hearing. He released Ragnar’s crotch and moved both hands to the front of his waistband, specifically to the button at the top of his fly.

“Baby….” Ragnar’s tone held a warning, one which Magnus chose to ignore by undoing the button.

“Mags….” Now Ragnar looked at him sternly, eyes firm…or as firm as they could be while still shot through with longing. Magnus just lifted his eyebrows once and bit his bottom lip as he very slowly and deliberately pulled down the fly’s zipper.

“Magnus….” Ragnar found himself breathing heavily as the pressure on his crotch was partially relieved by the open zipper, though he was afraid that it would increase exponentially if Magnus did what he expected him to….oh god, he was. Ragnar gasped loudly as Magnus slipped his hand inside his pants, allowing him to feel the heat of his palm through his straining underwear. 

“Magnus Svensson….” Ooh, his full name, well, well. Did this mean that he’d reached the limits of Ragnar’s tolerance? Of course, now that he could feel the stiff length under his hand, he couldn’t resist squeezing it, could he? “Ah!” Before Magnus realized what was happening, he’d been immobilized: one of Ragnar’s hands was clamped around the arm at his crotch, while his other hand had shot to the back of Magnus’ head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling back slightly but firmly. Magnus’ heart was pounding in his heaving chest; he was so turned on and could only stare, open mouthed, into his boyfriend’s eyes as he waited, time standing still. 

As Ragnar gazed at Magnus, whose expression was shot through with pure desire, he knew the evening’s direction hinged on what happened next and took a long moment to collect himself. “Let’s get our coats.” Ragnar’s voice only shook a little as he made the unyielding suggestion; Magnus might well refuse and thirty seconds later they’d find themselves tangled up on the bed, stripping the rest of their clothes off and attacking each other, which naturally would not be the worst way to spend the night.

Magnus had no intention of refusing. His arousal always intensified whenever Ragnar took control. Discovering this years ago had made him somewhat uncomfortable at first, but he couldn’t deny the reactions of his body and mind those times when Ragnar told him exactly what to do. To have the decision taken away, to feel the freedom of simply following, to know he was in the hands of the man he trusted and loved, all this made Magnus feel euphoric.

Ragnar saw something flash across Magnus’ face, a response he’d seen before in similar circumstances where Magnus’ pupils had been so blown his eyes looked almost black. Magnus almost seemed to be holding his breath as he replied in a low, unsteady voice, “Yes, Ragnar,” before he slowly withdrew his hand and stepped back. For a few moments, they stared at each other lustfully before Ragnar composed himself enough to fix his clothing…though they both noted that his fingers were trembling. When he was done, he glanced back up to find Magnus’ lips curled into a smile. “I’ll go brush my teeth quickly.” After Magnus had gone into the bathroom, Ragnar let out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding and he rolled his eyes. That had been close; he wasn’t sure how he’d kept himself from giving in. The DJ had better be good enough to make their wait worth it! He chuckled to himself as he got their outerwear from the closet.

When he came back out and Ragnar handed him his coat, Magnus looked pointedly back and forth at the still-significant bulges in their pants. Grinning, he shrugged it on and said, “It’s a good thing these are long enough to cover up our…,” he waved his hand vaguely, “problems.” Ragnar returned the grin and replied, “Yeah, because I can just see the tabloid headline now: ‘Rakish, dark-haired speed demon Ragnar Lindgren and his angelic, blond boyfriend, Magnus Svensson, stepped out together last Saturday night sporting twin erections’!” This cracked them up but they managed to stop laughing long enough to exchange an amorous kiss before joining hands and leaving the room together.

After walking out of the hotel’s main doors onto the sidewalk, Ragnar asked the doorman if he could please hail them a cab. The young man did a double take and stammered, “Ri-right away, Mr. Lindgren!” Ragnar smiled warmly at him and said, “Please, call me Ragnar, and thank you.” The doorman’s eyes widened before he turned to raise his arm and blow his whistle sharply, signalling to a nearby taxi. As the three men waited for it to pull up, the doorman, who couldn’t have been more than a few years younger than they were, swallowed hard and said tentatively, “That was a great game today, Mr. Lind…Ragnar.”

“Thank you! Are you a Lakers fan….?” Ragnar gave the young man a questioning look.

“Uh, Linus, and yes, I’m, uh, a hockey fan because of you, really.” The cab was just driving up and he fairly lunged towards it; as a fellow blond who blushed easily, Magnus could understand. He and Ragnar exchanged amused smiles; it was always sweet to meet tongue-tied fans. Linus opened the door for them and took a deep breath as they climbed in. “I really appreciate the representation you bring to the game…Ragnar.” He finally felt comfortable enough to shoot a dazzling smile at them.

“Thank you, Linus,” Ragnar began as they settled into the back seat, “that’s always gratifying to hear.” He smiled and offered his hand, which Linus took off his glove to shake, beaming at Ragnar.

“Have a wonderful time wherever you’re going,” Linus said to both of them, and then, just before straightening back up, he winked at Ragnar. As the car door closed, Magnus chuckled and squeezed Ragnar’s hand. “He was cute.”

Ragnar gave the name of their destination to the driver and then turned to Magnus, grinning widely. “Oh, you thought so? I didn’t really notice.” Magnus just raised an eyebrow at this. They both understood that they would sometimes notice other men. They knew there were others out there whom they found attractive – sometimes the same man – and if looking was the spark that led to their blaze, it was more than fine with them. However, they didn’t often need an outside trigger to enflame the passion they had for each other.

Magnus now smiled to himself and purposely glanced away from Ragnar as he began, “I wonder if later tonight he’ll be getting off…,” and then slyly looked over to see surprise etched on his boyfriend’s face before continuing, “…work when we’ll be returning to the hotel. Maybe we could all…?” He tried to maintain a neutral expression as Ragnar’s features morphed from shocked to speechless, but quickly lost it and dissolved into a puddle of mirth. 

“Mags!” Once Ragnar got past his initial consternation, he began laughing as well…though a small part of him was curious if Magnus brought it up, even as a joke, to test the waters. He’d have to file that away and mention it later at an…opportune moment.

The ride to the venue was short and soon they were being dropped off next to the lineup of fellow clubgoers. Ragnar probably could have VIP’d their way in ahead of the rest, but he wasn’t interested in the perks of being semi-famous. Besides, it was still relatively early – the true acolytes wouldn’t dream of leaving the house before midnight – and the line wasn’t very long. Plus it allowed the two men who arrived just after them to nudge each other excitedly before one of them gathered enough courage to tap Ragnar on the arm and ask, “Excuse me, we don’t mean to bother you, but you are Ragnar Lindgren, aren’t you?” Their excitement turned to glee when Ragnar smiled at them, said it was no bother, and yes, he was. Naturally their cellphones came out and Magnus was beckoned to join in the group selfies. As Ragnar was thanking them for being fans and shaking their hands warmly, the line moved up enough that they were entering the club and the loud music from the interior began to drown out everything else.

Magnus leaned over until his lips were next to Ragnar’s ear. “I love that you enjoy meeting your fans,” he said before kissing the side of Ragnar’s grinning cheek.

“And why wouldn’t I? Their support means a lot to me. Besides…,” he began as he turned to playfully raise an eyebrow at Magnus. “You know how much I love posing for photos.” Ah, so he did know about the folder of magazine clippings. Magnus was glad the lighting was dim in the entryway so his blushing wasn’t as visible as usual. Well, now that he was caught out….“Just as much as I love looking at them.” As they gazed at each other, lust flared in their eyes and they couldn’t help leaning forward to exchange an impassioned kiss…which ended quickly when one of the fans prodded Magnus in the back. “Uh, you’re next.” Startled, they broke apart to realize that the person collecting the cover charge was waiting for them to approach and pay. “Sorry!” They giggled as they paid the fee and moved on, wishing the couple behind them a good evening.

On the way to the coat check window, a necessary stop to shed the heavy outerwear, the pounding music grew louder and louder and Ragnar’s head was already bobbing to the beat. When his boyfriend removed the long, wool garment, Magnus inhaled sharply; in the semi-darkness of the club, Ragnar’s sheer top, with the gold threads glowing every time a gleam of light hit them, was even more breathtaking than in the hotel room. He was biting his lip and shaking his head when Ragnar turned to him to hand him the coat check ticket. “What?” Magnus put a hand on his arm and leaned close to nearly shout in Ragnar’s ear. “Like I’d said, every eye in the place….” Ragnar pulled his head back to grin at him before moving close to Magnus’ ear to reply, “Maybe so, but I’ll only be looking at you, Baby.” The way Ragnar wore his heart on his sleeve got to Magnus every single bloody time, so he had to lean in to kiss him. “Move along, boys!” Embarrassed, yet amused, to have been caught yet again holding up the flow, the two quickly apologized and joined hands to make their way down a short hallway to the main room of the venue.

They paused for a moment to take in the scene before them: the immense room with high ceilings, from which hung racks of flashing lights and the requisite mirrored disco ball, was already crowded with dancers moving to the beat of the pulsating music. There was one packed bar off to the side, with shelves of colorful glass bottles illuminated from behind, and at least one other bar on the far side of the large dance floor. The dance space was full of joyous revelers whose combinations of queer and non-queer pairings and grouping revealed the mix of patrons. As they stood there, heads and hips moving to the base-heavy rhythm, the DJ mixed into a new song that captured Ragnar’s attention. “Oooh, I love this one! Come on!” With his free arm in the air, fingers snapping to the beat, Ragnar led Magnus onto the parquet floor, threading their way between other dancers, until he found them a small gap near the center. He stopped and spun in place, pulling Magnus towards him until he let go of his hand and the two were facing each other, dancing to the popular, upbeat song with huge smiles on their faces.

Magnus enjoyed dancing, but not to the extent that Ragnar did. His boyfriend was the most physical person he knew, in the sense that Ragnar employed his body to the fullest for nearly everything in his life: how he earned his money, how he supported charities, and how he had fun. Of course, this was not to say that he didn’t need or use his brain, but Ragnar was at his happiest when he let his body take over, like he did now on the dance floor. Magnus loved watching him cut loose, a form of controlled chaos, moving his upper and lower body, rotating or posing as the music demanded of him. As they danced and grinned at each other, Magnus was reminded of how much he missed this; the last time they’d had a chance was at the end of the summer during the off-season. On the next beat, Ragnar stepped forward, reached an arm around Magnus’ lower back, and pulled them together, connecting their gyrating pelvises; this reminded Magnus of how sensual these nights were, basically extended foreplay that would inevitably lead to, well, both of them relishing each other’s physicality later.

They danced locked together for the rest of that song, joyfully belting out the lyrics even though it was impossible to hear anything over the music itself, until the music flowed into a well-known tune with a pounding beat, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers as they all began jumping in place. The dance floor became even more jammed as the new song attracted more people so even though they were no longer holding each other, Magnus and Ragnar were nearly as close together as before.

The DJ kept up the hammering beat for at least thirty minutes, by which time Magnus could feel small beads of sweat gathering at his temples and his mouth felt dry. Panting slightly, he put a hand on Ragnar’s arm and leaned towards his ear so he could shout, “Drink?” With his other hand, he made the universal gesture of holding a glass. Ragnar nodded, “Sure! Vodka?” Magnus gave him a thumbs up and pointed to the closest bar before weaving his way there through the crowd. As a rule, neither of them drank very much and this vodka cocktail would probably be their only alcoholic beverage of the evening, followed by bottles of water.

Once at the bar, Magnus found himself behind multiple rows of other patrons waiting for the attention of one of several bartenders, all kept extremely busy fulfilling the shouted orders. As he waited, thankful for the chance to cool down slightly and catch his breath, he turned to watch his gorgeous boyfriend on the dance floor. If Ragnar had disliked the song that had been playing when Magnus left, or if he’d been at all tired, he would have accompanied Magnus to the bar for the drink order, but that was rare and most often he would dance nearly the whole time they were there, maybe pausing for a brief rest after a particularly energetic set of songs. Magnus didn’t mind fetching their drinks on his own; he knew he’d never be able to keep up with his extremely fit boyfriend, and this gave him a chance to observe him at a distance, like he did when Ragnar was on the ice.

The ecstatic smile, which he sported now, that would light up Ragnar’s face when he danced to a very good song was the same one he wore when he scored a very good goal…or when they had very good sex, which in Magnus’ opinion was more often than not. Despite – or maybe because of – their years together, sex continued to be hot and impassioned. Of course, during the first few years of their relationship, there had been long periods when they hadn’t been able to see each other because Magnus was away at his private boarding school or because Ragnar’s hockey schedule kept them apart, but they’d tried to make up for lost time when they had finally been together. 

One of these opportunities that stood out in Magnus’ memory was the time they’d gone to Ragnar’s family’s chalet the summer after they’d graduated. The place was already a sexually charged location for them, and before this occasion they hadn’t been able to spend any quality time together for months since nearly all of Ragnar’s winter break had been spent in Calgary, Alberta, at the World Juniors hockey tournament where he competed on Team Sweden. To Magnus, “quality time” involved not being at one of their houses with other family members around; of course, they fooled around in a bedroom with a closed door, but Magnus never felt he could completely relax and let go as much as he wanted to. 

That summer, at eighteen, they finally had their driver’s licenses and Ragnar had a car so he could get himself to and from his hockey engagements, so two days after Magnus returned for good from Hillerska, they’d taken off for the chalet for a week, just the two of them, some bags of food, and many amorous intentions.

They’d basically fallen all over each other as they’d unlocked the chalet’s door and didn’t get further than the couch in the living room before they were stark naked and locked in a fierce embrace that involved melding their hungry, open mouths together as they stroked and tugged each other’s pulsing erections. Their mutual desire was too strong to draw things out so it hadn’t taken long before they both climaxed, one after the other, gasping and laughing as they tried, somewhat in vain, to keep the couch cushion fabric unstained.

Naturally, they’d needed to shower afterwards to clean up after making such messes of themselves and, naturally, they’d used the large, walk-in shower in the master bedroom since it was far more efficient and timesaving to shower together…or would have been if they hadn’t gotten far too distracted by each other’s glistening, wet bodies and seemingly inextinguishable libidos to embark on Round 2.

Many liters of water later and their appetites sated, for that moment, they’d finally put the food away and settled down for a much-needed nap before dinner. Later, after they’d eaten, they’d decided to take advantage of the late sunset and had sat on the porch talking about their upcoming autumn in Växjö, where Ragnar would be playing hockey and Magnus would be attending university. They would finally be living in the same place at the same time for longer than a summer and were very excited about it.

On the porch loveseat, their kiss under the pink and orange skies of sunset had turned into several more and soon groping hands had entered the picture so they’d decided to move things inside. Ragnar had taken Magnus’ hand and had led him through the chalet to his parents’ room, the one with the king-sized bed. Magnus had been more than happy to be able to leave the bedroom door open.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” They had smiled at each other and had stepped forward to grasp each other as their mouths came together. Unlike the frantic coupling earlier, this had been slower and more deliberate. They had needed to break off their kiss, however, in order to tug each other’s t-shirts over their heads. Afterwards, Magnus had sighed happily as he had felt one of Ragnar’s arms encircle the bare skin at his waist and the other slid from his cheek to the back of his neck to pull their heads more firmly together. 

As their passionate, unhurried, open-mouthed kiss had continued, Ragnar had somewhat awkwardly stepped them towards the bed, where he’d ended up pushing Magnus down onto his back as he’d climbed over him.

Magnus’ hands had roamed over the expanse of Ragnar’s muscular back and shoulders as the latter had planted noisy, wet kisses down Magnus’ neck, oh so gradually making his way to the hollow of his boyfriend’s throat – long proclaimed as his favorite part of Magnus’ body, though a few other bits would be a close second – where he’d licked and kissed the sensitive spot, which had made Magnus shiver. When Ragnar had continued his way down his chest, Magnus’ breathing had quickened in anticipation of what he’d hoped would come next…god, yes…Ragnar’s lips on his nipple. Now Magnus had no longer caressed Ragnar’s back, he’d clawed at it as his boyfriend had sucked and nipped at the hardened nub. Magnus had arched his back and moaned with pleasure as Ragnar had worked over one nipple and then the other.

As this satisfying torture had been going on, Magnus’ need had become too great so he abandoned Ragnar’s back and had moved his hands to the front of Ragnar’s body, sliding one, with difficulty, under the waistband of his shorts. Ragnar had gasped and immediately let go of the nipple he’d been chewing on to straighten up and look down on Magnus from his knees. “Let’s get these off.” Magnus had nodded vigorously and they’d each shimmied out of their shorts, which were then tossed onto the floor. Freed now, their aching erections had demanded their immediate attention; Magnus had begun to sit up and tried to reach for Ragnar’s cock, but the other had pushed him down gently but firmly, and had then bent over his torso again to resume kissing his way down to Magnus’ trembling stomach. Ragnar couldn’t get enough of the way it rose and fell as Magnus had breathed hard in anticipation of what was coming next. Out of the corner of his eye, Ragnar had seen Magnus pull a pillow over to prop up his head, presumably so he could watch the show, which always excited Ragnar.

Ragnar liked to keep Magnus guessing about how exactly he was going to…make contact. This time, he’d decided to slowly drag the flat of his tongue from the base up the entire length and then smoothly take the whole thing into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft, wetting it thoroughly. He’d been treated to Magnus’ continuous moans and spasms that let him know exactly how his boyfriend felt. As he’d relished the feeling of having Magnus fill his mouth, Ragnar bobbed his head a few times, thankful he didn’t have much of a gag reflex. He’d felt Magnus’ hand grip his hair, always a sure sign of enjoyment.

He hadn’t wanted to neglect other sensitive parts of his boyfriend’s body, so Ragnar pulled his lips off with a pop and wrapped his fist around Magnus’ cock instead to stroke it slowly. Then he’d lowered his head to nuzzle Magnus’ ball sack with his nose, inhaling a delicious scent of freshly showered muskiness, before opening his mouth and sucking one of the two inside, making their owner gasp loudly.

“Ahhhh, god yes, you know…oooh…that drives me crazy.” Magnus had tilted his head back and allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over him as everything tightened below.

Ragnar had tugged slightly before releasing it to reply, “I know, Baby, that’s exactly why I love doing it.” He’d returned his tongue to lick and lap at them before taking them both into his mouth as he continued running his hand up and down Magnus’ erection, while Magnus’ groans filled his ears.

Ever since the previous summer, when they had introduced anal play into their repertoire, they would pack a bottle of lube which would be placed within reach and which the recipient would use to signal to the other that he was interested in – though this was not a strong enough term to describe the desire – having one or two fingers inserted. Of course, the other was free to refuse, but so far he never had. 

As Magnus had lain there, watching himself disappear into Ragnar’s mouth, feeling his beloved’s lips and tongue and hands stroke and rub and caress, the sensations that had coursed through his body had both relaxed and inflamed him. His entire being had tingled as if Ragnar could touch every nerve ending. But as incredible as it had felt, it hadn’t been enough.

Mmmm, Ragnar had known it was going to be a good night (or morning, or day, they weren’t particular about when they had sex) when Magnus had grabbed the bottle of lube and thrust it towards him. “Please…I need…more.” Ragnar had felt a burst of warmth flow through him as he released Magnus’ dick and balls and took the bottle. “Anything for you, Baby,” he’d said as he got into a kneeling position between Magnus’ legs, which had been bent at the knee and raised in order to allow Ragnar access to the new target. 

“You’ll let me know if something doesn’t feel good, right?” Magnus had only been able to nod as he panted, mouth half-open, in anticipation. The sound the flip-top of the lube bottle had made when it had snapped open was like the bell to Pavlov’s dogs, and their mouths had watered. Ragnar had applied a generous dollop to the tip of his middle finger; when he had begun to massage it against the puckered hole, he had been thrilled to see it gape open to welcome him. It was as if his finger was being sucked in, Magnus had been so eager and ready for him. At other times, Ragnar had had to apply more pressure, but not that night. His glistening finger had slid in and out easily as Ragnar’s attention had been severely divided: what was more erotic, watching that or Magnus’ flushed face, seeing how his eyes would open and close, hearing the sudden intake of breath before the muttered obscenities.

Breathing heavily, Magnus’ heart had pounded as Ragnar had begun to fill him up. It had felt so good, so intimate, so connected when they were inside each other like that. He’d arched his back slightly and squeezed down around Ragnar’s finger, trying in vain to pull him further inside. It just hadn’t been enough, though.

“God, more, please, another….” That night, Magnus had wanted to feel everything.

“Yes, Baby.” Ragnar had trembled slightly as he’d slid his hand out and then squirted a bit more lube onto his index finger, which he’d then lain on top of his middle finger, and then returned to press against Magnus’ entrance. The ease with which his two fingers had glided inside had made Ragnar’s jaw fall open. He’d glanced up from that glorious sight to Magnus’ face: his sweet boy’s eyes had been glazed over with lust and desire.

“Yes…give it to me…I want to – ahh! – feel you….” Ragnar had gradually pushed his hand forward until his knuckles had been pressed up against Magnus’ ass cheeks, causing Magnus to shudder and moan blissfully. When it was clear that Magnus’ body was ready for it, Ragnar had begun slowly pistoning his arm, pulling out halfway or more before sliding his fingers back in. Magnus had maintained his stream of involuntary utterances, every “oh god” and “yessssss” fueling Ragnar’s desire to please him.

Ragnar’s fingers were by no means small and Magnus had felt himself being stretched by them, but somehow they still hadn’t been able to satisfy his need to be filled up, to have no empty spaces left, to feel an exquisite pressure from the inside that pushed pleasure into every corner of his body. It had been time.

He’d swallowed hard before speaking. “Ragnar, I…I want your cock…inside me.” Saying the words, making the oft-thought-about request, had suffused Magnus’ body with a delicious warmth. He’d been nervous but he’d wanted it, he needed it.

Ragnar had frozen for an instant and hadn’t been able to breathe properly as lust had flooded through his body. His voice had shaken as he’d asked, “Are…are you sure? We’ve never….”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” The way Magnus’ eyes had bored into his had left no doubt in Ragnar’s mind. “I’m asking you for it. What do I need to do…beg?”

Yes…wait, what was he thinking? No. “Yes.”

Of course, Ragnar had always known exactly what Magnus had needed. “Then, please, god, I’m begging you…take your huge, stiff cock and fuck me in the ass with it.”

It had taken a moment for Ragnar to process the startling, raunchy words that had poured out of Magnus’ mouth. It had struck Ragnar later that his brain and his dick registered the import of the plea at the same time, with essentially the same results: he hadn’t thought it was possible but both his desire and his firmness had grown.

Ragnar had found his hands were trembling slightly as he’d picked up the lube again. He had been almost afraid to touch himself to apply it, that’s how aroused he’d been. He’d taken a few deep breaths and had tried to settle himself; he hadn’t wanted things to end before they’d begun. He’d only uncapped the bottle when he’d realized that they hadn’t discussed the logistics. “How should we…um? I mean, what position…?” He’d known they’d have a couple of options and thought Magnus should be the one to decide since his comfort was primary.

Magnus hadn’t been expecting to be asked to make a decision and had been momentarily flustered. All he could think was, I’m doing this, we’re doing this. His chest had heaved as he’d blinked quickly several times, trying to sort things out. He’d finally looked up at Ragnar and replied, as definitively as he could, “I want to see you.” He’d swallowed thickly. “I want you to be facing me.” Magnus’ emotion and intensity had pierced straight into Ragnar’s heart, and he’d only been able to nod in response, initially too overwhelmed to reply.

Ragnar had glanced around quickly and hopped off the bed to gather up two pillows they’d removed and returned with them to help raise Magnus’ lower body. The pillow wrangling had broken some of the tension and had gotten them giggling together as they’d arranged things. Before Ragnar had gotten back into position, he’d leaned over Magnus to cup his cheek gently and kiss him. “I love you.” Magnus had smiled up at him. “I love you, too.”

Ragnar had then taken his place on his knees on the bed, facing Magnus’ angled body. He’d been happy for the short break as it had given him time to come back from the edge, so when he’d picked up the bottle of lube again, he’d been less worried about a quick ending. Before he’d squirted the viscous liquid into his hand, he’d met Magnus’ eyes. “You still…?”

The gaze Magnus had returned was steady. “Ragnar, I want this. I want you.” Then his brow had furrowed. “Don’t you?”

“God, yes, Baby,” he’d replied, almost vehemently, before gasping when he’d touched himself with the cold substance. “I want you, I want to be inside of you.” His aching erection had pulsed in his hand as he coated it with the lube. He hadn’t been sure he’d ever been this hard in his entire life. He’d moved forward a few inches and had put his clean hand on Magnus’ upper thigh. Grasping himself firmly with his other hand, he’d begun leaning over but paused to glance at Magnus. “You’ll let me know if anything feels bad, okay?” His boyfriend had nodded rapidly. “Same for you.” Ragnar had then given himself a few seconds to really take in everything: here was Magnus, lying naked and spread out for him, asking…no, begging for a most intimate and vulnerable act, one that would connect them in a new way. Both his heart and his body had swollen thinking of the trust his sweet boy had put in him.

Ragnar had taken a deep breath and leaned further, tilting forward and lining himself up. His heart had been hammering as he slowly, but firmly, began to push, not knowing how much resistance he’d encounter. He’d watched, breathing hard with his mouth agape, as Magnus had opened up to him and the head of his cock began to disappear into the tight opening. As many times as Ragnar had imagined this, it hadn’t prepared him for the reality of the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

As Ragnar had entered him, Magnus had drawn a sharp breath and reached out to clutch Ragnar’s hand on his thigh. The fullness had straddled the line between pleasure and pain. “Stop, wait….” Ragnar had frozen immediately. “Baby, are you okay?”

Magnus had nodded shakily. “Yeah, just…go slow, I need a sec….” He’d inhaled and exhaled slowly and deliberately, working on relaxing his body as Ragnar had swallowed and resumed his movements very gradually. The sound of their panting had filled the room. Magnus had closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and breathed heavily through his wide-open mouth as more and more of Ragnar’s significant length had entered him. Now that it was happening, he’d forgotten to be nervous, forgotten that he’d been hesitant, forgotten everything he’d ever known that didn’t involve being here like this with Ragnar.

He'd realized that Ragnar had stopped moving and that he could feel his boyfriend’s skin pressing against his ass cheeks. Magnus had raised his head and fluttered his eyes open to see Ragnar staring back at him, pupils blown with lust. “Am I…am I feeling…all of you?” Magnus had been almost unable to get the question out of his mouth.

Ragnar had exhaled and licked his lips before replying, “Yeah, Baby, I’m up to the hilt.” His voice had been full of awe and the image he’d conjured up sent a burst of heat flowing through Magnus’ body. He’d wished he could see through Ragnar’s eyes, and he’d become breathless when he’d been hit by the thought that he’d be in that position one day.

The flood of arousal that had coursed through Magnus’ body had washed away any last traces of discomfort and all he’d felt was the overwhelming urge to be fucked. His mouth had begun to close into a smile, which he’d directed at Ragnar. “I’m ready.” Ragnar’s lips had curled into a grin as he’d nodded and replied, “Good, because I can’t wait any longer.” They’d both known this had been a bald-faced lie; he would have waited all night if he’d had to.

Ragnar had then placed his other, somewhat tacky hand on Magnus’ other thigh and had drawn back his pelvis slowly, watching his dick reappear after it passed through the vise-like ring of muscle. He’d thought he might have been in danger of losing consciousness; it wasn’t possible to apply that kind of pressure with a hand or mouth, and it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d felt his hand being squeezed and moved his gaze to Magnus’ face to make sure it hadn’t been a signal of distress; to his great pleasure, his hand had been gripped by someone in the throes of sexual delight. Magnus’ face had been suffused with desire: skin flushed, eyes shut tightly, mouth flung open in a silent cry. His other hand had grasped the duvet and had twisted it in his fist.

Incredibly aroused by the sight before him, Ragnar had begun to thrust and pull back somewhat faster now, though not quickly, while his focus had been split between the site of penetration and Magnus’ reactions. His sweet, sexy boy had started whimpering while he’d tossed his head back and forth.

“Oh, god, yes…fuck…ahhhhhh…yes, Ragnar…god, yes…fuck, I want you…yes, yes, yes yes yes yes!” What had begun as murmured utterances had gradually grown louder and louder, and every “yes” had urged Ragnar on, which had been exactly what Magnus had desired and needed. Ragnar had picked up the pace, sliding in and out, his movements sparking bursts of intense pleasure that had flooded Magnus’ body. Magnus had felt so full, both physically and emotionally, so staggered by all the sensations, so ready to burst that it had been all he could do to make one final entreaty.

“Ragnar, please, god, I need to come…please…please…jerk me off while you fuck me.” Magnus had known that he could have taken care of himself, but he’d wanted to feel Ragnar’s hand on him, to be under Ragnar’s control.

Magnus’ plea had nearly sent Ragnar over the edge himself. He would never, ever get tired of hearing Magnus ask for exactly what he wanted, and even though Ragnar was supposed to be the one “in control,” he couldn’t imagine not giving Magnus anything and everything he desired. Ever since the night they’d first kissed and everything had fallen into place so perfectly, Ragnar’s overriding desire in life was to make Magnus happy.

“That’s what you want, Baby? You want me to stroke your dick while I fill you with my cock?” Just because his main goal was Magnus’ happiness didn’t mean he hadn’t wanted to torture him just a little bit.

“Ah, god, Ragnar…please, touch me…I’m dying, I’m so close…please!” Ragnar could no longer deny him what he wanted, so he’d spit into his tacky hand, rewetting the residue of lube, and grasped the erection firmly, causing its owner to moan loudly, and then had timed his controlled thrusts with the motion of his fist along Magnus’ length. 

At the touch of Ragnar’s hand, Magnus’ eyes had rolled to the back of his head, and he’d had a difficult time keeping himself from writhing on the bed. Eyes screwed shut, a continuous stream of “ahh!” and “ooh!” and “fuck!” flowing out of his wide-open mouth, Magnus had felt his climax rapidly barreling towards him. “I…I’m…oh god…Ragnar…yes…I’m coming…!” His entire body had shaken as each subsequent surge of his seemingly unending orgasm coursed through him, completely overpowering him.

Ragnar, who had been present many times as Magnus had been brought over the edge, had never experienced one around him, literally. Being inside Magnus as he’d come triggered Ragnar’s own climax; the erotic sight of Magnus completely falling apart underneath him while his body’s contractions had squeezed and gripped his cock had brought him to the point of no return not long after Magnus’ had begun. “Oh, Baby…I’m…ahhhhhh!” He had found himself thrusting involuntarily into Magnus’ trembling body before collapsing half on top of him.

Magnus could no longer keep his legs bent as the power of his protracted orgasm robbed him of all strength, so he’d let his legs slide down onto the bed. The changes in his and Ragnar’s positions had caused Ragnar to slip out of him, much to Magnus’ duel chagrin and relief. At that moment, he hadn’t even been able to raise his head, drowning as he’d been under the mighty waves of pleasure that had crashed over him. He had only been able to pant heavily and stare up at the ceiling, barely registering Ragnar’s weight on his side.

After a minute or two, Magnus had felt fingers in his hair and somehow he’d found enough energy to turn his head to the side to see Ragnar smiling at him under half-lidded eyes. He’d smiled back, though felt his arms still too heavy to lift. “Hey.”

“Hey. That was….” Ragnar hadn’t known how to finish that sentence so had just exhaled forcefully.

Magnus had nodded. “Yeah, it was something….” The nodding motion had led to him glancing at his chest and he’d realized that it was covered with a surprisingly large amount of a certain sticky, white substance. “Shit, uh, can you get the tissues?” Ragnar had followed his line of sight and drew back slightly. “Uh, damn, where did all that come from?” He’d chuckled as he’d climbed off the bed to grab the nearby box, and then pulled some out to take care of the mess himself, having recognized that Magnus had not quite recovered from his exhausting experience.

“Mmmm, you’re too good to me.” Somehow Magnus had found enough energy to raise one arm high enough to caress Ragnar’s cheek as his boyfriend had carefully wiped up the glutinous substance.

“Baby, that’s not possible, and I feel like I’m mostly responsible for this, so….” Ragnar had grinned at him as he’d finished and tossed the balled-up tissues on the floor. He’d then leaned over and gently kissed Magnus on the lips once…then twice…then a third time.

A few minutes of resting later and Magnus had finally felt capable of standing, on albeit wobbly legs, and they’d made their way to the bathroom to take turns cleaning up more thoroughly and brushing their teeth before climbing naked into bed. They had lain together, delicately tracing lines along each other’s chests and arms, talking about the experience they’d just shared, how it had felt, what they’d been thinking, and how much they looked forward to repeating it with the roles reversed. Magnus had soon found himself hypnotized by Ragnar’s caresses.

“Baby? Mags?”

“Huh?” He’d raised his lids to see Ragnar peering at him with laughter in his eyes.

Ragnar had kissed him on the temple before explaining, “I think you fell asleep while I was talking to you.” 

Magnus had tried shaking his head to rouse himself. “I’m sorry! I’m awake, really!”

“Shh, Baby, it’s okay.” Ragnar had run his fingers through Magnus’ hair. “We’ve had a busy night so why don’t we just go to sleep, okay?”

Magnus had smiled and snuggled closer to his wonderful boyfriend. “Good idea, I’m exhausted.” He’d closed his eyes on purpose this time and murmured into his chest, “I love you, Ragnar.” Magnus had felt the other sigh into his hair before replying, equally softly, “I love you too, Magnus.”

“Here you go! That’ll be 320 kronor.”

The bartender’s shouted request cut through Magnus’ reverie. “Uh, right, thanks!” He tapped his credit card on the reader and then grabbed the two bottles. Somehow his pants had become…more snug as he’d recalled that eventful night at the chalet. He grinned to himself as he began making his way back to the dance floor to rejoin his tireless boyfriend. As he got closer, he saw that in his absence a number of attractive men had gathered loosely around Ragnar, like moths to a gorgeous flame, to move to the beat and try to catch the eye of the tall, dark-haired hockey star. Magnus recognized the sociable expression on Ragnar’s face, the one that he used to indicate that he was willing to be friendly but not more, and he recognized the exact moment that his boyfriend spotted him approaching: Ragnar’s entire being lit up, eyes shining, radiating joy from every pore. Several of his erstwhile dance partners glanced over to see what or who Ragnar was beaming at, and Magnus could not help but feel a tiny bit happy upon seeing their chagrin.

After Ragnar took the proffered bottle, Magnus placed his palm on Ragnar’s taut stomach and held it there as he slid around behind him, pressing the front of his body firmly against Ragnar’s back, moving in time with him. Ragnar turned his head towards him and groaned, clearly aware of Magnus’ state of arousal, while placing his hand over Magnus’ and squeezing it. As they continued to move to the beat, Magnus leaned forward slightly so his mouth was next to Ragnar’s ear. “I was thinking about the first time you were inside me.” This time it was Ragnar’s knees that buckled as a powerful wave of desire swept through him. He drew Magnus’ hand down over his abs and onto the front of his pants, where, unsurprisingly, a bulge was quickly developing. Magnus groped him, thrilling at the sensation of Ragnar alive under his hand, the same thrill now that he’d felt at sixteen, knowing that Ragnar was hard because of him, knowing Ragnar wanted him. He found himself panting as he felt Ragnar let go of his hand, having guided it successfully to where it was most needed, and then raised his own over and behind his shoulder so he could cup the back of Magnus’ head. Ragnar held it steady for a moment as he turned his head so his lips brushed against Magnus’ ear. 

“God, Baby, I am so going to wreck you tonight.” Magnus moaned and squeezed Ragnar’s now stiff length. 

“Is that a promise?”

“Absolut.” Ragnar’s confidence inflamed Magnus’ need and his mouth sought out Ragnar’s for a greedy, hungry kiss. They continued to move and grind together for the rest of the slower-paced song until the DJ mixed out of it into one with a faster beat, so they reluctantly broke apart and Ragnar spun around to face Magnus. They grinned lasciviously at each other and winked as they raised their drinks in a silent toast. 

As they danced to the high-energy music, the two consumed their beverages over the next couple of songs and then had the bottles taken away by a passing employee carrying a plastic tote box on his shoulder. Now that their hands were free, there was nothing stopping them from cutting loose with abandon, letting the beat and the ambiance determine their movements and carry them along.

After what seemed to Magnus like a long block of “must dance” songs, they were both breathless and Ragnar had to admit that he was human after all and should take a break. They decided to get some water and approached the nearest bar where they found themselves behind a group of four young women who had just placed an order for the same thing. As the 6-foot five-inch Ragnar towered over them, it was easy for him to get the bartender’s attention to ask, “Can you add two more bottles to that and I’ll pay for all of them?” The group member closest to him turned around and began to retort indignantly, “Hey! We’re capable of…oh! You’re that hockey player, Ragnar Lindgren!” Her expression had gone from annoyed to delighted in a split second. 

Ragnar smiled down at her and her friends and replied, “Yes, that’s me.”

The one who had spoken up before now said, “Sorry! I assumed you were trying to pick us up.”

Now Ragnar grinned as he replied, “Nope, I’m afraid I’m spoken for,” and put his arm around Magnus at his side.

“Of course!” One of the other women beamed at him. “Hi Magnus!” Magnus raised a hand shyly as his face grew warm. He didn’t know how Ragnar dealt with being recognized in public; whenever it happened to him, he found it a very bizarre experience.

“But if you ladies would prefer to pay for your own drinks, I can let the bartender know.” Ragnar hadn’t meant to overstep, he’d just been feeling happy and generous.

“No, no!” The first woman spoke up. “Water’s so expensive here we’ll be happy for you to pick up the tab.” They all laughed at that as Ragnar nodded to the bartender, who had arrived with the six bottles and the credit card reader. The group exchanged warm thank-you’s and handshakes with both young men, and then drifted off to another part of the club, leaving Magnus and Ragnar at the bar. As Ragnar unscrewed the cap of his bottle, Magnus leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek, causing his boyfriend to stop and look up. “What was that for?” he asked with a smile. 

Magnus raised an eyebrow as he responded, “Do I need a reason?” He had done it because of Ragnar’s nice gesture but felt like teasing him just a little. Lord knew Ragnar teased him often enough!

“To kiss me?” Ragnar downed half of his bottle in one gulp and then put his arm around Magnus’ waist to pull him closer. “Never.” They gazed at each other lovingly before their lips met in a lingering kiss.

When they broke apart, Ragnar held up his bottle. “Now, drink up, Baby, I love this song!” They both chugged the rest of their waters, left the empties on the bar, and made their way back to the dance floor, arms and shoulders already moving to the beat of a disco hit.

As the night wore on, the parquet filled up with high-spirited dancers, all of whom were enjoying the eclectic choices of the excellent DJ. The next song transition arrived and the crowd roared when they identified the melodic rising and falling piano and strings of the opening bars of “You Are My World,” the mid-80s hit from The Communards. Many revelers were jumping up and down to the time of the bass beat as they began belting out the lyrics, though who among them could do justice to Jimmy Somerville’s falsetto? At the first instance of the chorus, the entire building felt like it was shaking as every single person in the place shouted, “You…are…my world! You…are…my world!” By the end of the refrain, Ragnar and Magnus were half dancing, half embracing as the song brought them into each other’s arms and the next lines touched them deeply as they sang to each other, like many other couples, at the top of their lungs.

“I will follow you till the end of time!” Magnus could not picture his life without Ragnar in it and knew with his whole heart that he was willing to follow him wherever his hockey career, or any other turn in life, took them.

“I will be the blood flowing through your veins!” Ragnar had always been fully prepared to give Magnus anything and everything he wanted in life. 

“I will ride with you till the end of the line!” They knew they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together; anything else would be unthinkable.

“You will be my everything in my world!” Magnus was Ragnar’s world; Ragnar was Magnus’. As long as they were together, everything could be surmounted and anything was possible.

“You are! You are! You are! You are! You are! You are…oh boy…you…!”

Magnus didn’t get the chance to even attempt to join in with the singer’s impossible rise and hold of “you” because Ragnar’s need for him had become overpowering and he crashed their lips together in a desperate, messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues delved deeply into each other’s mouths as their hands grappled to find purchase on the other’s body, Ragnar’s on the sides of Magnus’ face, Magnus’ up inside the back of the captivating shirt Ragnar had surprised him with. The music, the people, the flashing lights, everything else faded away as they gave in to their overwhelming desire for each other. They hadn’t realized that they’d stopped dancing until they registered the whistles and cat-calls around them as the final notes of the chorus played. As they broke off their kiss, Magnus felt his face heat up as he gasped for breath, but Ragnar barely looked around before he said, “Let’s get out of here,” grabbed Magnus’ hand, and pulled him off the floor.

Ragnar led him as quickly as he was able through the heaving crowds, past the bars, towards what Magnus assumed was their destination, the coat check window, so he was surprised when, in the darkened corridor mere meters from their goal, he was shoved up and pinned against the wall by a panting Ragnar. “God, Baby, I want you so badly,” he breathed in Magnus’ ear before attacking the side of his neck with his lips and teeth. Magnus gasped and ran one hand up the back of Ragnar’s head, clutching his hair, while his other hand moved to squeeze Ragnar’s toned ass. Ragnar groaned as his mouth sought out Magnus’ in a continuation of the frantic kiss that had begun on the dance floor. With their bodies pressed together, they could feel the effects of their mutual, growing arousal. Magnus inhaled sharply when Ragnar thrust against him, the thin material of their pants leaving no doubt as to the state of a certain body part. With trembling fingers, Ragnar undid the button near the top of Magnus’ shirt, allowing him access to the hollow of his throat, which Ragnar then greedily sucked and lapped at. “Ragnar…ahh…you’re driving me crazy. Why don’t we get our coats?” Unsurprisingly, he ignored his own suggestion and planted both hands firmly on his boyfriend’s ass, pulling it towards him and grinding against him, trying desperately to relieve some of the ache from his throbbing erection. Ragnar moaned and Magnus felt his hot breath on his throat before Ragnar moved his mouth back to the side of Magnus’ head. Even through the exquisite distraction, Magnus still registered other clubgoers occasionally passing by them.

“What if I can’t wait?” He ran his tongue around Magnus’ ear and pulled on his lobe with his teeth. “What if I drop to my knees right here and suck you off?” Magnus expelled a breath and partially sagged against the wall, so turned on by the image Ragnar had conjured, but recovered his equilibrium. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Ragnar’s head and tugged it back so their eyes met.

“Don’t make an offer like that if you don’t intend to follow through.” Breathing heavily, they stared at each other for a long moment until his boyfriend raised an eyebrow and Magnus felt Ragnar’s fingers at the top of his waistband. He bit his lip as Ragnar undid the button and then his eyes widened as he unzipped his fly. Ragnar had to be bluffing, right? When his devilish boyfriend started reaching inside his pants, Magnus glared at him and tilted his head. “Let’s get our coats,” he said with as much determination as he could with a voice that quavered with desire. Ragnar paused for a second before he smiled obediently and nodded. “As you wish.” He remained in front of Magnus, shielding him from view, as he withdrew his hand and refastened, with some difficulty, Magnus’ pants. Ragnar then gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking a step back and offering him his hand. “Shall we?” The question was accompanied by a roguish wink, which Magnus returned in his own fashion when he grinned and took the outstretched hand.

They made their way down the corridor to the coat check and exchanged their tickets for their long wool coats, leaving a nice tip. Once outside, they had no trouble hailing a cab as there was a constant lineup of taxis dropping off arriving guests.

In taxis, they usually tried their best to keep their hands and mouths to themselves, out of respect for the driver, though they were aware that not all of the fares probably behaved in the same way, but that night they were having a very difficult time sticking to their unwritten rule. They held hands as they always did, but instead of having a calming effect on them, the insufficient touch only served to remind them how much more of each other they wanted to fondle, caress, and stroke. Ragnar brought their entwined hands up to his lips to kiss…but then discreetly sucked one of Magnus’ fingers into his mouth. Magnus gasped and let out a low moan, hoping that the driver’s music was loud enough to mask his reaction, and shivered when Ragnar released it.

“Ragnar?”

“Yes, Baby?”

“In the hallway, if I hadn’t stopped you…would you have done it?”

Ragnar chuckled softly. “And risk a public indecency charge and cause a scandal for me and the team? Not likely.” He glanced at Magnus to see him half smiling and nodding, having received the answer he expected. However, he might not expect what Ragnar was about to say. “But…,” he began, causing Magnus to turn to meet his eye. “If we do ever want to have an audience…there are places we could go.” Ragnar realized he was holding his breath while he waited for Magnus’ reaction. This wasn’t something they’d talked about before, and he didn’t want the boyfriend whom he loved with his whole heart and desired with his entire body to infer that Ragnar was anything less than completely satisfied with their sex life. It was just that he’d recently read an article online about clubs like that and had been intrigued and aroused. He knew that beyond being comfortable being looked at – on the ice, in the fashion magazines, at the dance club, out in public – he actively enjoyed it, so it stood to reason that would extend to having exhibitionist tendencies. Of course, if Magnus didn’t want to, that would be the end of it and he would be fine with that.

The implication of what Ragnar had mentioned took Magnus’ breath away…because he had looked into those clubs as well. “Ye…yeah, I’ve…um…read up on some.” Of course, these days everyone knew they existed, they were practically part of the mainstream now because of novels like Fifty Shades of Grey, but it was one thing to be aware and another to check for locations and information about memberships, as he had. He hadn’t mentioned it to Ragnar because, while he felt that his audacious boyfriend would probably be more than willing, he was also a public person; he didn’t want Ragnar to risk his image or his popularity just to satisfy Magnus’ curiosity. “It could be…interesting; I mean, we could…discuss it.” His tone may have been tentative but the look in his eyes was anything but.

Ragnar released the breath he’d been holding and squeezed Magnus’ hand hard as a wave of arousal swept through him. Why did it ever surprise him that the two of them were on the same page? “Yeah, definitely.” He swallowed hard before continuing. “You mean…you might be into…being watched?” Just thinking about the possibility was making Ragnar as hard as steel.

The hunger in Ragnar’s voice inflamed Magnus’ passion and his mouth fell open slightly as he breathed heavily, considering how to reply. He suspected he wasn’t as much of an exhibitionist as Ragnar might be…but that wasn’t the only function a place like that would serve. “I…I’m not sure, to be honest with you, but…” He bit the inside of his lip as he hesitated to continue.

“But?” Magnus heard the encouragement and acceptance in Ragnar’s question and took a deep breath.

“But they also have other rooms that have…special equipment for, uh, other types of…activities.” Magnus tried to keep his voice steady but his pounding heart wasn’t helping.

Ragnar’s eyes widened. “You mean, like…dungeons…?”

“That kind of thing, yeah….” Magnus still wasn’t sure how he’d found the nerve to say all this, but he had found courage in the trust he and Ragnar had in one another.

The pair could only gaze into each other’s lust-filled eyes and breathe through half-opened mouths as the cab’s silence was broken only by the faint music drifting back from the driver’s radio.

Ragnar suddenly let out a frustrated huff. “Am I wrong or is this the longest cab ride we’ve ever had?” Magnus had to laugh; leave it to Ragnar to break the tension.

“Gentlemen, your destination.” The cabbie called out from the front seat as he pulled into the hotel’s curved driveway.

“See? It wasn’t that long,” Magnus said with a grin, but Ragnar wasn’t going to be placated that easily. As he leaned forward to take the credit card reader from the driver, he murmured in Magnus’ ear, “Anything that keeps me from having sex with you is unacceptable.” Rules be damned, Magnus thought, and turned his head to capture Ragnar’s lips in a prolonged kiss. Ragnar hummed his approval as he took the receipt from the driver, thanked him, and wished him a good night.

A different hotel doorman opened the taxi’s door for Ragnar, who climbed out and offered his hand to Magnus, who happily took it. Once the car door was closed, the doorman hurried to his main post and pulled open the large hotel door. “Have a good night, gentlemen,” he said politely.

“Oh, we intend to.”

“Rags!” Magnus poked him in the side; sometimes his boyfriend could be altogether too…cheeky.

Ragnar just laughed and hauled him across the lobby. “Come on, I can’t wait any longer.” The late hour meant the place was nearly deserted and they were the only ones waiting for an elevator. They managed to keep their hands to themselves until the elevator door had closed, but seconds later they rushed towards each other. Ragnar gripped the sides of Magnus’ face as their mouths melded together, tongues thrusting deeply as they twisted their heads from side to side. Magnus’ hands went inside Ragnar’s coat to grasp at his shirt and chest and back. Their entwined bodies careened off two of the elevator’s walls before they heard the ding that announced their floor. They quickly separated and tried to settle themselves as the doors opened, in case any other guests were waiting on the other side, and they grinned when they saw the space and the corridor were empty. Ragnar grabbed the lapel of Magnus’ coat to drag him out of the elevator and into his waiting embrace.

“Ragnar!” Magnus exclaimed in a stage whisper. “You’re impossible!” It was all he was able to say before Ragnar’s mouth closed firmly onto his. They stumbled together down the hall, kissing and groping and giggling like the infatuated teens they used to be. Ragnar’s hands were shaking as he took the passkey out of his coat and unlocked the door to their room; they nearly toppled through the open doorway, so tangled together were their limbs.

The door hadn’t even clicked shut before both of their coats were on the floor in an expensive puddle of wool. 

“Argh, why didn’t we just wear polos?”

Their trembling fingers could only unbutton the top few fasteners of their shirts when they lost patience and pulled the garments over each other’s heads. 

“Having you pressed up against me tonight was driving me wild….”

Shoes were kicked off, socks removed, and pants dropped, all within a minute of entering the room. They paused momentarily to admire the other, each noting the large bulge, in his last stitch of clothing before grinning and yanking them off. 

“My god, you’re so beautiful….”

Ragnar fairly threw Magnus onto the king-sized bed, face up, and followed to lie half on top of him, one hand clasping the side of his head, their mouths open, breathing hard, kissing each other greedily, as Magnus’ hands roamed Ragnar’s muscular back and clawed at his broad shoulders. Magnus arched his body to try to close the gap between their chests, needing to feel more of Ragnar’s skin, but evidently his boyfriend had other ideas. While propped up on one elbow and keeping his lips tightly locked on Magnus’, Ragnar gently but firmly pushed Magnus’ chest down so he was flat on the bed and then slid his palm up along Magnus’ arm until he could grasp his wrist securely. Before Magnus realized what was going on, Ragnar had brought Magnus’ arm over his head, pinning it to the bed. Moving quickly, Ragnar straddled him, shifted his weight to that arm, which applied even more pressure to Magnus’ already imprisoned wrist, and used his free hand to capture Magnus’ other wrist and bring the two hands together above Magnus’ head. Magnus was not small but Ragnar’s large hand was quite capable of constraining both of his wrists. Of course, Magnus offered no resistance; why would he when he was completely enthralled by this man, the love of his life?

On his hands and knees above Magnus, Ragnar now broke off the kiss and pulled back to meet Magnus’ gaze. What he saw thrilled him: Magnus’ mouth half open, his flushed face facing up at him with eyes full of desire and longing. Just to make sure all was well, however, Ragnar asked, “Am I hurting you?”

Magnus shook his head back and forth a few times. “No, I…I’m okay.” He didn’t know how to explain that the discomfort was part of what he craved but he would try at another time.

Ragnar nodded. “Good. Now, will you tell me about some of the sex club activities you’ve thought about?” This was said in a masterful, serious tone…but was then followed up more gently with, “I would really like to know…but only if you want to tell me.” As aroused as he was, Magnus’ heart still melted; Ragnar always tried to give Magnus everything he could ever want, need, or desire. How had he gotten so lucky to have this man in his life, this man who was his world?

“Yes, of course I want to tell you. Ah!” He gasped, feeling Ragnar’s hand on his cock; he had been so captivated by the situation he’d found himself in that he hadn’t noticed Ragnar’s arm snake behind him to reach his crotch. He closed his eyes as Ragnar stroked his length gently…though he feared that even the slightest touch could push him over the edge. With great difficulty, he tried to pull his focus back on what he’d been about to say.

“And…ahhhh…just because we, mmmm, talk about stuff doesn’t mean…ah, god, Ragnar…that we have to actually do it.” Magnus was trying to breathe deeply and direct his thoughts towards almost anything else, which was not easy considering his gorgeous, sexy, naked boyfriend was pinning him down and teasing him.

Ragnar grinned down at him and raised an eyebrow. “Well, if it makes your dick this hard….”

“You make my dick this hard.” Ragnar did have a point, though: Magnus couldn’t deny that thinking and talking about the possibility of expanding their sexual repertoire didn’t excite him…though at the moment he was getting too excited. “God, I hate to say this but please, stop…before it’s too late.”

“Stop what? This?” He emphasized the word by squeezing Magnus’ erection, making its owner moan. “Yes, that! Please…I’m begging you, please, please take your hand off my cock…and I’ll tell you.” Magnus didn’t know if he was in any position to bargain – either literally or figuratively – but he was sure that if Ragnar kept touching him like that, he wouldn’t be able to think or speak.

Ragnar gave him an admiring look, one that said “well played,” and Magnus exhaled heavily as the hand was removed and brought up to rest lightly on Magnus’ jawline. Ragnar bent over very slowly to place a delicate kiss on his lips. As Ragnar pulled back, Magnus’ eyes fluttered open and he felt the tip of Ragnar’s thumb pressing down on his bottom lip, so Magnus gently closed his teeth around it.

“Now, tell me….” No longer an order, this was said softly and earnestly. Magnus released Ragnar’s thumb and tilted his head back when he felt Ragnar’s fingers trace a path over his chin and down his neck to come to a stop at the hollow of his throat, where they gently stroked the tender skin, making Magnus quiver. The contrast of that soft touch with the firm grasp around his wrists epitomized the qualities Magnus adored in Ragnar: he was rugged and powerful, but also tender and loving.

Heart pounding, Magnus let out a shuddering breath before he began. “Well, you know how I…how it excites me when you…take control…?” He paused as he watched Ragnar lick his lips and nod. “So, we would have, uh, other, um, options, like….” His chest heaved a few times before he found the nerve to continue. “Like being blindfolded or tied up.”

As Ragnar gazed down at his incredibly irresistible boyfriend, his fingers caressing Magnus’ throat froze and his mind began racing with questions and possibilities. Was he turned on? Most definitely. Did he want to act out Magnus’ fantasies with him? Unquestionably. Was he absolutely sure they were on the same page?

“You would be into…doing things like that…in front of strangers?”

Magnus blinked a few times, turning over Ragnar’s question in his mind before replying. Did he feel the urge to…perform in front of others? Not necessarily, though he wasn’t shying away from the idea of it either. However, if it would satisfy one of Ragnar’s desires and allow Magnus to explore his…obedient side, well, he had his answer. “Would it please you?”

“Yes, but – “

“No buts.” He stared up at Ragnar, willing him to believe what he was about to say. “Let me please you; I need to please you. Let me make you happy the way you’ve always made me happy.” 

Ragnar felt a prickle behind his eyes as his face grew warm. How could he pretend to have any control in a situation like this when he was so easily subjugated by Magnus’ sincerity and openness? He was both awed and astounded by the trust that Magnus had in him; a flame of desire followed hard on his deeper emotions, flaring inside him and sending its heat coursing throughout his entire body. He released Magnus’ wrists and immediately grasped one of his hands, entwining their fingers together tightly. Ragnar opened his mouth to speak but found he had no words, so he did the only thing he could do: using his other hand to grasp the back of Magnus’ neck, he bent over to give him a deep and urgent kiss, trying to pour his whole heart into it. Magnus responded with the same need, pressing his open mouth firmly against Ragnar’s, tongues darting wildly as their heads twisted rapidly.

After a few breathless minutes, Ragnar came up for air while Magnus lay there in bliss, eyes closed. Ragnar looked down at his sweet, generous boy and wondered what he could do there and then to make Magnus happy. At the club, he had promised to wreck him…and he always kept his promises to Magnus.

Ragnar glanced around the room, quickly determining that it would not be easy to restrain Magnus to anything, but his gaze fell upon something useful and he grinned. Magnus had opened his eyes by then and was looking at him curiously. “What?”

“Close your eyes, Baby.” His grin turned lascivious and Magnus felt a frisson of anticipation run through him.

“Must I?” He didn’t want to make things too easy on Ragnar.

“Close them.” Ragnar’s tone was gentle but unyielding and Magnus shut his eyes instantly. He felt Ragnar shift his weight and then his leg brushed against Magnus’ hip as he no longer straddled him but was now somewhere to Magnus’ side. He sensed movement and heard what he thought was a faint clinking of metal, and was then momentarily startled when he felt something smooth and sleek cover his eyes and nose. His hand instinctively went to touch it…silken fabric? “You can open your eyes.” Magnus did and found his vision obscured by dark-colored, striped materiel: ah, Ragnar’s pocket square. He pulled it away from his face and examined the slippery textile cascading from his fingers. If Ragnar meant to employ it as a blindfold, he didn’t understand how it would remain in place. “But how…?” He looked up to see Ragnar kneeling next to him, tie dangling from his fingers, still grinning. “Oh, my love….” As a powerful wave of desire flowed through him, Magnus surged up to clutch at Ragnar’s shoulder and the back of his neck and pulled them into a fierce, needy kiss. When they broke apart, they stared at each other, panting slightly, until Ragnar nodded.

“So, if we’re going to do this – “

“Oh, I definitely want to.” To Magnus, there was no “if.”

Ragnar gave him a wide smile. “Me too, Baby. Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted….” He paused to chuckle at Magnus’ “sorry!” hand gesture. “Since we are doing this, we need to talk about how you can consent to what I’m doing since the point is that you won’t be able to see what I’m about to do, right?”

“Right, that makes sense.” Magnus hadn’t really thought about this since he truly couldn’t imagine Ragnar doing something to him that he didn’t like, but he had to admit it was remotely possible. “What were you thinking?”

Ragnar put down the tie and reached out for Magnus’ empty hand to idly caress the skin between his thumb and index finger. “Well, how about if you say ‘yes” when you feel something you enjoy, and say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ if you feel something you don’t like?”

Magnus nodded in agreement but then thought of something. “And if I really can’t tell what I’m feeling, I’ll ask you what you’re doing or what’s going on and then you’ll tell me and I’ll say yes or no.”

“Good idea! I hadn’t thought of that but yeah, that could definitely happen. Okay, should we practice?”

“Practice?” Magnus broke into a wide smile. “Sure!” He remained sitting and closed his eyes. “Okay, go ahead.” He felt the bed shake slightly and assumed Ragnar was laughing silently, but didn’t want to jeopardize the practice by opening his eyes to confirm.

Suddenly, Ragnar’s low voice was in his ear and he nearly jumped. “If I do this….” Magnus felt his boyfriend’s tongue slide down the side of his ear and then his lobe was sucked between his soft pair of lips. “Yes….” The word indicating Magnus’ consent came out as a long, sensual sigh, and he was left wanting when Ragnar’s mouth moved away from his ear.

“And this?” The question came seconds before Magnus felt those same lips surround his left nipple and Ragnar’s tongue flutter across it. “Yes!” He arched his back as he nearly shouted his approval, biting his lip afterwards when he remembered that they weren’t at home in their condo. He could swear he could feel Ragnar’s lips stretch into a grin before he relinquished Magnus’ hardening nub. Magnus hoped this practice session didn’t go on for much longer because he was longing for the real thing.

He felt Ragnar shift a bit on the bed. “And finally, what about this?” Magnus jerked slightly when he felt something small, cold, and hard pressed against the skin at the small of his back. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what Ragnar was doing, but quickly gave up and shook his head, blaming his distraction on the previous practice location. “What is that?”

“My watch face.” Magnus could hear the mirth in Ragnar’s voice and chuckled at his creativity. “Ha, then, uh, kind of yes?” He opened his eyes to see Ragnar put the watch back on the bedside table and then turn to face Magnus.

Ragnar took a breath to settle himself before asking, “So…are you ready?” He watched Magnus’ face carefully as he waited for the reply, noting how his boyfriend’s mouth was partially open and his breathing was labored.

“More than ready.” Magnus hoped he sounded as certain as he felt. 

Magnus folded the silk pocket square into a rectangle while Ragnar picked up the matching tie. They decided to try getting it into place while Magnus was still sitting up, but attempting to secure two pieces of slippery fabric around someone’s head was not as easy as they’d hoped. While they were fumbling with it, Magnus joked that maybe Ragnar’s big, bumbling fingers were part of the problem. “Oh? You never complained about my big fingers before,” Ragnar retorted, raising one eyebrow and smirking, making Magnus laugh. “I take it back! Your fingers are perfect!”

They finally managed to fix the silk accessories in place around Magnus’ head and they both fell silent for a moment, aware that they had taken care of the preliminaries. Magnus heard Ragnar breathing across from him, and then felt the soft touch of the backs of Ragnar’s fingers graze against his cheek. As Magnus turned his head slightly to press his lips against them, Ragnar said, “Why don’t you lie back?” This was more of a suggestion than an order, one Magnus would be happy to follow. Magnus nodded and crab walked back a bit as he had a decent idea of where he was on the bed in relation to the pillows. He slowly lowered his head onto one to lie on his back and, unsure what to do with them, rested his arms at his sides. His body may have remained still but he was breathing heavily and his mind was racing, only certain that Ragnar would be responsible for what came next.

As he looked down at Magnus from the vantage point on his knees, the sight before Ragnar took his breath away: his sweet, beautiful boyfriend lying on the bed, naked and wanting, chest heaving, silk tie wrapped around his head, waiting for Ragnar to do whatever he wanted to him. He hoped he would never, ever get over the fact that this extraordinary man wanted to share his heart and soul and life with Ragnar.

“Is everything okay? What’s going on?” Magnus could hear Ragnar’s shallow breathing but sensed no movement from him. Had he changed his mind? Now that the time had come, was Ragnar no longer into the idea?

“Can’t you feel my eyes on you, Baby?” Magnus realized that he needn’t have been worried if he’d be able to interpret Ragnar’s feelings and emotions without being able to see his expression; they were perfectly clear from the low, throaty timbre of his voice and how his breath shook. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” His awe and wonder were palpable.

Magnus shivered slightly as it struck him that Ragnar had been staring at him this entire time; he sometimes forgot that he was Ragnar’s object of desire. He swallowed hard and asked, “What do you see?” 

Ragnar inhaled and held it momentarily before replying. “I see you, naked, open and willing, waiting for me to touch you…to tease you…to kiss you…to suck you….” His gaze raked Magnus’ body. “I see your strong arms and legs, the ones I love to feel wrapped around me, trembling with anticipation.” He began to reach out his hand but stopped himself; much too soon. “I see that you’re hard…very hard…which drives me crazy.” Magnus’ erection twitched as if it knew it was being talked about.

Ragnar then slowly lowered his upper body and moved up the bed on his hands and knees, bringing his head next to Magnus’, his mouth almost touching Magnus’ ear as his hot breath ghosted across it. “Yes…,” his unseeing boyfriend let out with a ragged sigh.

Ragnar lips curled into a smile and he said softly, “I’m not even touching you.”

“I know, and it still excites me.” Could Ragnar’s words alone bring him over the edge? Magnus wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out that night but he knew they thrilled him almost as much as a caress.

He sensed movement and realized Ragnar’s lips were no longer next to his ear but that he was still nearby on the bed.

Magnus wasn’t sure if he was allowed to use his own hands; they weren’t restrained but they hadn’t discussed it. Was he supposed to keep them to himself and leave all the touching to Ragnar? He unconsciously formed and unformed fists with his hands to suppress the urge to reach out.

Suddenly felt fingers on his own as Ragnar took the hand closest to him and raised it. Magnus let out a sigh as he felt Ragnar’s lips on his palm, and then another as his hand was guided to the back of Ragnar’s neck and up into his hair, where it was released. “Yes….” As Magnus was enjoying the feel of his fingers in Ragnar’s locks, he was taken off guard as a hand clamped around his chin, slightly squeezing his mouth into a pucker. He sucked in a breath and gripped the hair under his fingers tightly. “Oh yes….” The hand clutching the hair descended as Ragnar’s head moved down towards his own, and Magnus found he could no longer give his consent verbally as Ragnar melded their mouths together firmly, thrusting his tongue deeply and lapping at the inside of Magnus’ mouth. Magnus signalled his approval in other ways by pulling Ragnar’s head hard and returning the frantic kiss. Ragnar removed his hand from Magnus’ chin and slid it around to the back of his head, careful not to disturb the silken bindings, as his lips travelled across Magnus’ jawline and down his neck, planting urgent, wet kisses as he went. “Yes, god, yes….” Magnus arched his back as his fingers scrabbling across and down Ragnar’s muscular shoulders.

Ragnar found himself drawn, as he often was, to the hollow of Magnus’ throat, which he worshipped with kisses and licks. At another, less potentially visible area of his body, Ragnar would have allowed himself to latch on and suck, leaving a dark mark behind, but despite being out and open about their committed relationship, Magnus was still hesitant about either of them sporting conspicuous hickeys. Ragnar supposed it stemmed from when they had been in high school and had had to be very careful not to leave marks to avoid questions from any class- or teammates. Any bruises either of them might leave would be for their eyes only. Magnus moaned his approval but made his wishes known by pulling on the sides of Ragnar’s head to bring their mouths back together. Ragnar briefly wondered if he should deny Magnus what he wanted – after all, wasn’t Ragnar supposed to be the one in charge? – but quickly decided that in this instance their desires aligned as they exchanged a deep, languorous kiss, with Magnus’ arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Ragnar was, however, beginning to realize that still being to Magnus’ side was making things slightly more awkward than they needed to be, so he broke off the kiss to move into a better position.

When his lips lost contact with Ragnar’s, Magnus lifted his head off the pillow to instinctively chase them, his natural reaction before he realized that not being able to see where Ragnar’s mouth was might hinder his chances of success, so he lay back down. He could tell Ragnar was straightening up as he felt the other’s upper body pull away, and his hands slid down to Ragnar’s well-developed pecs. Magnus felt Ragnar shift his position and then a weight settled across his upper chest with what he assumed were Ragnar’s knees close to his armpits. As he ran his hands down the sides of Ragnar’s chest to come to rest on his hips, he inhaled Ragnar’s delectable sweaty muskiness, much like when his boyfriend would go on a quick run and then pounce on him afterwards. He licked his lips, thinking about how much he enjoyed what he assumed was to come.

Ragnar had no intention of letting Magnus take him in his mouth right then. Oh, he wanted it, he always wanted Magnus’ skilled lips and tongue wrapped around his cock, but he knew that this position wouldn’t be entirely comfortable for Magnus and that if he started getting sucked off now, he would lose what little control he still had over the…timing of everything. No, he just wanted to savor being in control and tease his unsuspecting boyfriend a bit.

Magnus’ lips had already parted when he had licked them, so when he felt smooth, warm skin press down on his lower lip, he opened his mouth wider as he exhaled a long “Ahhhh, yes….” His tongue extended of its own accord and he could make out the veined shaft that rested on it, though it wasn’t there for long. Its owner gently slapped Magnus’ flattened tongue with it a few times, never allowing Magnus to close his mouth around it, although he tried, lifting his head in vain as the prized appendage was taken out of reach. “Ragnar…yes, please…give it to me.”

“Oh, you know what this is?” Magnus didn’t need to see his impish boyfriend to know that he was grinning down at him.

“Mmmm, I should hope so, it’s my favorite part of your body.”

“What? I thought my eyes were!” He was amused to hear Ragnar sound half insulted.

“Yes, right, right, but this is a close second.” When pressed, Magnus had claimed to prefer his eyes – how could he have singled out a part of Ragnar’s perfect body? – but his true answer was Ragnar’s incredibly generous, loving heart. 

Ragnar chuckled as he began to shift backwards down Magnus’ body. “No, not yet, Baby, but don’t worry, you’ll get your chance.” He had definitely found it difficult to remove his dick from Magnus’ hot, eager mouth but feeling it slide down his boyfriend’s chest and stomach as Ragnar repositioned himself directly over him was almost as good…well, maybe not almost but still pleasurable. “Let me kiss away that pout.” Caught out, he saw Magnus twist his lips, trying to avoid breaking into a smile, and then managed to exaggerate his sullen look. “Hmph, you can try.” Of course, the second their lips touched, Magnus sighed happily and opened his mouth to Ragnar, who naturally didn’t hesitate to delve his tongue in. As they exchanged the long, languid kiss, they found themselves grinding their crotches against each other, reacting with gasps and small jerks when their actions pressed their aching erections together. Magnus’ hands travelled down Ragnar’s toned back to his tight ass and he squeezed his cheeks tightly, eliciting a groaned “Oh yes…” from their owner.

Panting slightly, Magnus took advantage of his mouth being free to say, “Can I state for the record that you kissing my mouth is always a yes?”

“Definitely.”

“Good, now kiss me.”

“Hey, I thought I was the one giving the orders.” As he lowered his head towards Magnus’, Ragnar knew Magnus’ cheekiness would be a problem, if he had wanted to be strict about this power dynamic…but how could he deny his sweet boy anything? Besides, the heady, exhilarating feeling of kissing Magnus was like nothing else Ragnar had ever experienced and he hoped he would never, ever get tired of it. This time, he planted quick pecks on Magnus’ lips, cheeks, and chin, trying to keep him guessing as to the next spot. He was entertained by Magnus’ unsuccessful attempts to anticipate where Ragnar’s lips would land, and then nearly laughed when he felt Magnus’ hands leave his ass to grab his head and pull it down to meld their mouths in a fierce kiss. Clearly he had provoked Magnus past a small breaking point.

Now thinking about breaking points, earlier Ragnar had promised to wreck him and he knew of no better way to take Magnus apart than torturing his nipples. Well, “torturing” might be too strong of a term but as much as Ragnar enjoyed having his own worked over, he’d always found that Magnus was capable of withstanding a great deal of discomfort that, to Ragnar, bordered on the painful. Magnus had never complained, never told him to stop, and would often seize one of Ragnar’s hands and move it to his throbbing cock, encouraging him in no uncertain terms to “oh god, please get me off!”

When Ragnar’s mouth left his to travel down his neck and onto his chest, Magnus found himself arching his back and subtly trying to use his hands in Ragnar’s hair to move his boyfriend’s head exactly where he wanted it to go…though he needn’t have worried. Ragnar knew; of course he knew. He was aware of everything single thing that brought Magnus pleasure – well, everything that Magnus had known about himself. He was thrilled that together they could continue to widen their definitions of sexual gratification. Magnus sucked in a breath as Ragnar, as he’d hoped, formed an O with his lips around Magnus’ left nipple and began teasing it with the tip of his stiffened tongue. “Oooh yes, yes, god yes.” He felt Ragnar’s lips stretch into what he assumed was a smile before returning to the task at hand, sending jolts of electricity through Magnus’ body with every flick of his tongue. Magnus moaned and tilted his head back, breathing heavily, as Ragnar modified his technique and began swirling his flattened tongue around the hardening nub. Magnus now grabbed Ragnar’s hair with one hand and slid the other down Ragnar’s arm to find the hand that was propping him up and grasped it.

Feeling Magnus’ nipples grow hard from his attention, along with the very visceral feedback that accompanied this, always drove Ragnar crazy. This one now felt like a pebble under Ragnar’s lips and tongue, making it easy to grip it between his teeth and pull, gently at first but then, not having received the reaction he wanted, harder, finally wringing out a lengthy moan from Magnus. As his boyfriend tried in vain not to writhe underneath him, Ragnar had a passing thought about them looking into specialized…devices for these types of activities. It certainly seemed like they were both interested in expanding their horizons.

By now, every passing touch or nibble sent a shockwave through Magnus and he was unable to stop blissfully shuddering at Ragnar’s ministrations, so his cherished torturer relinquished that nipple…and immediately latched onto the other, making Magnus cry out. Of course, he’d been expecting the move, but not the ferocity with which Ragnar attacked it. He sucked on it hard and twisted it with his teeth; underneath the blindfold, Magnus’ eyes rolled back in his head as a steady stream of yeses flowed out of his wide-open mouth. In the past, it had taken time to convince Ragnar that no, he wasn’t hurting him and yes, he really did want that kind of play, but his persistence and repetition had paid off handsomely. It didn’t take long for Magnus’ right nipple to become as sensitive and tender as its mate, a fact which he signaled to Ragnar with a continuous flow of obscenities. When Ragnar finally let go and moved south, Magnus, chest heaving and heart pounding, desperately hungered for him to finally provide some relief, at least more than the earlier frottage had provided. His stomach trembled as he felt Ragnar’s lips press kisses down it, travelling closer and closer to his aching length, which he could only imagine was pointing straight at Ragnar. One more kiss and…and…nothing. Magnus’ head snapped up, forgetting that he couldn’t see anything. He knew that Ragnar was still there, he could feel his body against his own, Ragnar’s hands on his legs, but his mouth was nowhere to be found, the relief Magnus so desperately needed escaping him.

Just as he was about to ask Ragnar what was going on, and was considering begging him for what he craved, he felt a palm push on the inside of one knee, spreading his legs a bit further apart. He twitched when he felt Ragnar’s hair tickle his balls a second before the lips he’d been yearning for landed on his… inner thigh, oh so tantalizingly close, where they began planting kisses on a single spot. “Ohh, yes…but how cruel…Ragnar, please….” With one hand he tried to reach Ragnar’s head but couldn’t from his prone position, so had to be satisfied with clawing at one shoulder to try to register his frustration. Uncharacteristically, Ragnar didn’t reply but gave a low chuckle as he continued working over his chosen site, now including his tongue to lap at the skin. Magnus let out a ragged sigh as he resigned himself to enjoying whatever Ragnar had in mind for him.

Ragnar knew that shifting his mouth a matter of inches would give Magnus everything he wanted and while normally that’s exactly what he would do, right now he was thoroughly entertained by Magnus’ vexation; he wasn’t called “cruel” very often, but he thought he kind of liked it, at least in this context. His mouth flashed into a grin before he returned to the delectable task at hand: leaving an impressive hickey to admire and revisit when they were back home. He grew harder when he imagined seeing it as they showered together in a couple of days, knowing it would remind him of tonight.

Ragnar placed both lips firmly on the patch of now tender skin and began sucking it into his mouth until he could feel it between his teeth. “Ahh, is that what you have in mind? Oh yes….” Ragnar closed his jaw slightly and swept his tongue against the captured flesh as he applied suction with more force. Magnus’ soft moans told him his actions were having an effect…but not quite what he wanted. He clamped his teeth down harder and pulled while he sucked, which finally elicited the “Oh god…” he’d been looking for. He gripped Magnus’ leg below the knee to stop him from potentially jerking his limb away, while keeping an ear open for any indications of non-consent, and continued to suck and tug, bringing the blood closer to the surface in a widening bruise. “Ahh, shit, yes….” Now he grinned for real and released the discolored skin, pulling his head back to see the results of his work; mmm, that was going to look very nice by tomorrow morning. 

Now that he’d moved his head, Magnus’ genitalia were tempting him in his side view. He shifted slightly and slid his hand up Magnus’ leg until his thumb rested over the newly deposited mark. He began circling the pad of his thumb over it, lightly at first, but then pressing harder. “Ooh, I thought you were done, but yes, yes….” While he distracted Magnus by prodding the tender spot, Ragnar used his cheek and dry lips to begin caressing his balls, brushing them back and forth over the tightly drawn skin, wresting a forceful reaction from Magnus. His pelvis jolted and he gasped, his words tripping over each other to fall out of his mouth: “Yes, please, yes, yes, god, please, yes!” Ragnar smiled to himself and kept doing exactly what he was doing for a few more moments, confident that his delicate touch would not send Magnus over the edge, before he stopped, leaving his poor victim squirming. “Ragnar, dammit….” As he began kissing his way back up Magnus’ body, leaving invisible imprints of his lips on his taut stomach, his sides, and his smooth chest, and smiling when he felt Magnus’ hands running through his hair, it struck Ragnar that nearly everything they’d done so far, while enjoyable – and he was confident that they were both enjoying it very much – had not been very different from what they would normally have done. He wanted this experience, albeit unplanned, to be more special for Magnus, to take advantage of the situation more fully. He told himself he was clever, he made a living thinking fast on the ice…he could certainly do it now. He was glad Magnus couldn’t see him glancing around the room, mind racing, as he continued making his way up, or he would have felt slighted at his lack of focus; he assumed Magnus would just think he was being slow and deliberate to torture him, which was fine with him.

By the time Ragnar’s mouth reached the side of Magnus’ neck, he’d come up with a couple of ideas that excited him, and that he hoped would excite Magnus as well. He drew his tongue up from Magnus’ collarbone to his earlobe and captured it gently with his teeth, tugging slightly. Magnus sighed and repeated the word of the evening: “Yes….” Ragnar ran the point of his tongue around the edge of his ear and then stopped, holding his open mouth next to Magnus’ head for a long moment, before he said quietly, “Be right back.” As he quickly climbed off the bed, he left a groaning mess behind him.

Magnus had called Ragnar cruel but he hadn’t expected to be left alone, hard and aching. “Argh!” He tossed off his complaint in the general direction he thought Ragnar had gone when he’d heard muffled footsteps on the carpet. He desperately wanted to take himself in hand but decided to try being patient while he strained to hear Ragnar…open the closet door? Had he been in the bathroom before that? Magnus realized that in this quiet hotel room, he was mostly aware of Ragnar’s location because he could hear his movements or his breathing, but doing something like this in a different environment filled with noises like music or…people murmuring…that would be something else entirely. He shuddered with desire as images flashed through his mind before he was brought back to the present when he heard Ragnar pass through the room again and opened what had to be the mini fridge. Was he planning to douse Magnus with cold water? He honestly didn’t think so; the room had only the one bed and he didn’t believe Ragnar would want to risk sleeping in soggy sheets. Maybe he was thirsty? He decided to keep waiting but hoped it wouldn’t be for very long; he appreciated that the short respite had taken him further away from the cliff’s edge but he felt like he’d been sporting an erection nearly all night long and his need for release was mounting.

Magnus listened again and thought that he sensed Ragnar’s presence towards the foot of the bed. He bit his lip and breathed shallowly, unsure what to expect. Suddenly, he felt something smooth and light glide across the soles of his feet; the caress was too delicate to tickle, it was just soft and comforting. He barely had time to smile and say, “Yes…” before the sensation was gone. It was faint but he heard the sound of Ragnar moving closer to him and then something, he thought some kind of material, touched his stomach like it was dancing on it. It lasted for a few seconds and then stopped. Magnus’ smile grew wider as he said, “Mmmm, that’s so nice.” His mind whirled as he tried to pin down what it was: fabric from the bathroom? The closet? Ah, maybe…. “Ohhhhhh...yes, yes….” His analysis was completely disturbed when the lush material flowed across his swollen member. The subtle touch reminded him of the butterfly kisses Ragnar would sometimes plant on his erection…usually just before feasting on it. His groin twitched as the slightly fuzzy material was then dragged lengthwise over his balls and cock with nowhere near enough pressure to offer any kind of relief. It moved up his chest and he caught a whiff of a familiar odor as it passed near his head before turning to spill down one arm and pool in his upturned hand. The second his fingertips touched it, he knew – “A scarf…” – and then he gathered it up to press it to his face and inhale – “…your scarf.” It gave off the unmistakeable and, to Magnus, erotic scent of sandalwood. He realized he would love to have this reminder of Ragnar around his neck all day, so maybe they should trade their cashmere accessories for a while…or he could just steal it. Ragnar could always buy an–…ooohhhhhh!

While Magnus had been lost momentarily in his sandalwood-induced reverie, Ragnar had evidently picked up another item with which to tantalize him. Something solid and…cold? Yes, cold, was being pressed firmly to one sensitive nipple. “Mmm, yes, but what…?” Magnus furrowed his hidden brow as he ran through several possibilities, as all the while the quickly chilling nubbin grew harder. “Ahhh….” Now the other side of his chest received the same treatment, so two…? The longer they remained in place, the more intense the sensation became, though certainly not unpleasant. Magnus breathed deeply a few times and was just about to ask what he was enjoying when Ragnar began moving them back and forth across the targeted spots like…rolling pins? The motion was accompanied by a slight sloshing sound. He grinned; that explained the mini fridge. “Soda cans.”

“Very good.” Ragnar’s response startled him; the other hadn’t spoken since he’d left the bed. The cold cans were removed and set down on the side table with a metallic clunk…to be quickly replaced by Ragnar’s hot lips and tongue. The contrast made Magnus suck in his breath as Ragnar switched his mouth from one to the other, trying to give them equal time and attention. Between the earlier working over and the use of the cold containers, his every nerve ending was on fire. A nibble now felt like an earlier bite, every lick sent a new shockwave through him. Magnus moaned and tossed his head a bit as his hands clutched at Ragnar’s back and head. “God yes…yes….” When Ragnar used his teeth to abrade one of the now raw pebbles, Magnus stifled a cry and seized his boyfriend’s hair, twisting it in his fist. This wrung a groan from his torturer, who abandoned his efforts. As he loosened his grip on Ragnar’s locks, Magnus felt breath ghost across his face as Ragnar panted lightly, presumably looking right at him. He realized he missed seeing the desire and love always present in Ragnar’s gaze, though he felt it; he always felt it.

“Was that a ‘no’?” Ragnar asked quietly. Magnus immediately shook his head.

“Not a ‘no,’ just an…involuntary reaction.” He slid his hand from Ragnar’s hair to the side of his cheek to cup it. “You know what I like and what I need; trust that.” Ragnar surprised him by suddenly capturing his lips into an urgent kiss before pulling back again.

“I do know what you like…and I think I can tell what you need right now….” Magnus sighed happily as he felt Ragnar begin kissing his way down his chest and stomach. When Ragnar stopped briefly to circle his tongue around his belly button, Magnus had a fleeting worry that his boyfriend would decide to avoid his extremely present need yet again and leave him in a state of perpetual frustration, but then…oh yes then…OH YES. Magnus’ head went back as he arched his neck with pleasure as Ragnar’s hot, wet mouth closed around him. “Ahh, yes yes yes yes yes!” At this point, Magnus’ usual vocalizations and the requested verbal consent were indistinguishable from each other. He was perfectly content to lie back and relish Ragnar’s skillful, ever-changing technique: swirling his tongue around the shaft, dragging his teeth gently along his length, taking him slowly all the way in to the back of his throat while sucking hard, or bobbing his head quickly with a lighter grip. Oh yes, Ragnar knew exactly what he was doing…god, did he know.

They’d been together long enough that Ragnar was pretty confidant he knew what he was doing in order to bring Magnus only close to the point of no return, after which stopping would be very harsh indeed. He knew the signs and signals, when Magnus’ breathing would quicken and when the pitch of his moans increased, that indicated the beginning of the end. Ragnar usually knew what and how much he could do to keep Magnus on this side of the line; when they’d been younger, they’d been so eager, so hungry for each other, that it seemed like nearly every time they had a chance to have sex it was over much faster than either of them would have liked…though they tried to make up for it by indulging multiple times. Now, years later, they were very familiar with each other’s bodies, with the buttons and triggers to either push or avoid, depending on how much time they had. Time was on Ragnar’s side that night, but he was also aware that Magnus, well, both of them, had been in a near constant state of arousal for what seemed like hours, so he didn’t want to take too many chances. Ragnar both hated to and wanted to stop what he was doing: hated because he derived so much pleasure from the feel and taste, the sounds and reactions; but wanted because this was not the ending he had in mind for Magnus tonight. Semi-reluctantly, he briefly squeezed the base of the shaft tightly as he pulled his head away, finally letting go as he rocked back into a kneeling position.

Magnus lifted his head before realizing, yet again, that he couldn’t see anything. “Augh, Ragnar, what did I say earlier?” He flopped back onto the pillow.

“That I was cruel? I know, Baby, but you’ll thank me later.” Ragnar climbed off the bed and went to stand by its side.

“Is that a promise?”

“Absolut. Now, give me your hand.” Intrigued, Magnus lifted the arm closest to Ragnar, wondering what was next. Ragnar clasped his fingers and raised them while pulling forward slightly, indicating that Magnus should get off the bed and stand up. Once he was on his feet next to him, he sensed Ragnar leaning past him, heard a faint thump of something hitting the floor, and then felt hot breath next to his ear.

“Down, on your knees.” The aforementioned body parts buckled at the sound of the whispered command. Lips parted, temples pounding with blood, desire coursed through Magnus’ body as he allowed Ragnar to guide him into position, knees hitting the pillow his boyfriend had thoughtfully thrown down, before his hand was released.

Ragnar gazed down at the waiting figure in front of him and licked his lips. “I was going to tell you to open your mouth but clearly you already know what’s coming.” He paused and his voice had thickened when he continued. “Maybe I should have left you on the bed and shoved it down your throat.” 

A shudder ran through Magnus and he took a deep breath before replying, “If that’s what you’d really wanted to do, then yes.” Now it was Ragnar’s turn to have his legs weaken as all the air rushed out of his lungs. The way Magnus trusted him…. He shook himself and tried to regain mastery over the situation.

“What do you think you’re going to be doing?” 

“I hope I’m going to be sucking your dick.” Magnus knew that if he’d had the use of his eyes, they would have been pleading.

Ragnar’s lips curled into a grin at the excellent reply. “Oh, very good, Baby.” Ragnar certainly wasn’t made of stone – though at the moment a certain part of his body seemed like it was – and saw no reason to prevent his boyfriend from doing precisely what he hoped. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

In response, Magnus extended both arms in front of him until his hands found Ragnar’s powerful thighs, which felt like tree trunks under his fingers. Ragnar took a small step forward as Magnus slid his palms up their sides towards his hips, relishing his defined muscles. Another small step brought Ragnar into position and, as he felt Magnus’ hands glide smoothly onto his behind, he grasped himself at the base and held it, hovering over Magnus’ parted lips.

“You won’t be able to say anything with my stiff, thick cock in your mouth, so you’ll have to squeeze my ass once to say ‘yes,’ understood?” Ragnar let out a ragged breath as he watched his boyfriend’s mouth fall open even more; he wished he could see the wanton look he believed would be in his eyes. Magnus finally nodded slowly and then remembered he needed to speak. “Understood,” he replied, voice dripping with desire.

Magnus felt warm, smooth skin push down on his lower lip and he immediately snaked his tongue out to welcome it; he was rewarded with a taste of his boyfriend’s leaking pre-cum, which he enthusiastically lapped up. He left his tongue extended and opened his mouth wider, allowing Ragnar to gradually feed him his swollen hard-on. Magnus hummed his approval before recalling the directive and squeezing Ragnar’s ass once tightly before moving his hands back to grip his thighs. Ragnar’s groans filled his ears, thrilling him, as his lips bumped up against the fingers Ragnar still had wrapped around the base of the shaft, fingers that melted away when Magnus nudged them to engulf all of Ragnar. “Oh, god, Baby…so…good….” Magnus smiled to himself, well, in his head since his mouth was rather occupied, and began to move forward and back slowly, very deliberately, so he could feel his mouth sliding over every solid inch. He felt Ragnar’s thighs flex underneath his palms as he began to rock his hips slightly, pushing his length further into Magnus’ mouth than before, hitting the back of his throat and causing Magnus to gag slightly. Ragnar had never told him but Magnus knew this sound excited him, the indication that yes, it is that big and it’s gone that far back, so Magnus allowed it to happen and was gratified by the subsequent gasps and tremors. 

Magnus knew that Ragnar’s increased excitement meant he would unconsciously begin to move faster, so Magnus took one hand and grasped the shaft’s base in order to control the depth and pace of his thrusting as Magnus alternated between running his tongue around the length and pulling his head back to tease just the head. Ragnar’s stifled moans let him know, as if he couldn’t tell from obvious evidence, that his efforts were highly appreciated. Magnus didn’t know if this was how Ragnar wanted to finish – he was perfectly happy, if so – so decided to lower the intensity a bit by drawing back his head far enough so that Ragnar’s cock popped out and remained there, slick and turgid, for a long moment before Magnus plunged it back into his hot mouth.

“God, fuck, yeah….” Ragnar tilted his head down to watch his blindfolded boyfriend skillfully work him over. He loved seeing himself slide between Magnus’ lips, loved the ever-changing sensations from his tongue, his teeth, and his throat while he was inside Magnus’ mouth. Normally he would have put a hand on Magnus’ head to run his fingers through his hair – or grab it tightly if the reaction was warranted, as it usually was – and to be that much more connected to the moment, but he didn’t want to accidentally dislodge the silken bindings. No, tonight he would savor the novelty of the scene…while simultaneously aroused by the idea of doing it again…with an audience. “Ahhhh….” The images this conjured up, on top of Magnus’ prodigious talents, threatened to bring down the curtain so very reluctantly, oh so very reluctantly, Ragnar pulled back his hips while saying, “Ah, Baby, stop…stop….” Magnus released his dual hold and sat back on his heels, panting slightly, face pointed up at Ragnar. He swallowed and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand before asking, “Is everything okay?”

Ragnar chuckled softly. “More than okay…almost too okay.” Magnus grinned and shrugged. “Should I apologize?” he asked teasingly. In response, Ragnar bent over, took Magnus’ upturned face in both hands, and planted a soft kiss on his lips, receiving a faint taste of himself in the process. “Never.” He gently caressed Magnus’ cheek with one thumb before straightening up and stepping to the nearby bedside table, where he retrieved an item he’d fetched from the bathroom during his quick pass earlier. He brought it with him as he turned back towards where Magnus was waiting, but now Ragnar went behind him. As he bent his legs to drop to his knees as well, Ragnar put a hand onto Magnus’ shoulder and began kissing the back of his neck when his lips were close enough. “Mmmm, yes,” Magnus sighed, lolling his head down and to the side to allow Ragnar more access to kiss and nip along the stretch of skin between his neck and his shoulder. As that was happening, Ragnar’s hand travelled slowly down over Magnus’ shoulder blade, along his side, over his hip, and came to rest on his ass, cupping one firm buttock. Ragnar pulled his head back and smiled at the bite marks he had left, but then his lips curled into a lascivious grin as he exhaled heavily.

Magnus heard two things in quick succession: the sound of the flip-top bottle of lube being opened, and Ragnar’s voice, heavy with appetite, saying, “Bend over.” His body tingled all over as a wave of lust rippled through him. If they hadn’t already been, Magnus would have closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure; as it was, he breathed out a simple “Yes…” as he leaned forward to take position on all fours and await what he badly hoped was coming. The medicinal scent of the lube wafted towards him as he heard faint squelching sounds behind him, and then felt a hand return to his ass cheek, pulling it slightly away from its twin. He steadied his breaths to relax himself but the growing anticipation caused him to still inhale sharply when he finally felt one of Ragnar’s fingertips begin massaging his most intimate opening. “Ooooohhh, yes….”

On occasions when the couple had more time to…prepare, they would use their mouths to ready the back passage of the other, lapping at the entrance as its owner gasped and moaned, probing deep with a pointed tongue until he heard a cry or a plea for more, at which point it would replaced by something longer, harder, or thicker – most often all three. Most of the time, however, they were perfectly satisfied to use their hands to make sure the recipient was open and relaxed.

Ragnar gradually increased the pressure of the finger rubbing against Magnus’ tight ring of muscle until it slid inside, helped along by Magnus pushing back. “Oh, yes, yes…please….”

“Baby, you’re so greedy.” He sounded amused as his digit easily glided in and out, encountering no resistance. He began circling it while inside, stretching Magnus’ opening more.

“How can I…ah…not want you…god…inside of me? Oh fuck, yes!” Magnus couldn’t control his zealous reaction when he felt a second, large finger of Ragnar’s slip inside him. He thrust back with more force, wanting to swallow up as much of Ragnar as he could, and was gratified when his boyfriend began sliding them in and out harder and faster, his other hand firmly braced on his ass. Magnus threw his head back and opened his mouth to expel a continuous stream of ah’s interspersed with some very enthusiastic yeses.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Ragnar withdrew his fingers, leaving Magnus bereft and wanting. Magnus panted as he felt Ragnar shift his position so his legs were brushing against Magnus’ own, with one hand firmly grasping Magnus’ hip. Seconds ticked by as Magnus waited with eager anticipation at what he desperately hoped was coming…but what if Ragnar walked away again? Could he be that cruel to both of them? Just as Magnus was about to speak, he felt something bulky pressing against his entrance – “God yes, yes, yes!” – and with one substantial push, Ragnar’s cock was inside of him. Even after being so thoroughly readied, so completely aroused, it still felt like he was being split in two. “Ah, god, yes, Ragnar, fuck me….”

Instead of a reply, Ragnar just groaned incoherently and continued leaning forward until his hip bones were pressed up against Magnus’ buttocks and his entire length was buried deep in his ass. His chest was lying against Magnus’ back, one sticky hand on his waist while the other slid up his back to grab Magnus’ shoulder. Ragnar shuddered as, bent over, he thrust once and then straightened up to grip Magnus firmly by the hips. Magnus’ breathing sped up and his heart pounded in his chest; as full as he felt at that moment, as much enjoyment as he’d already experienced, it was only going to swell and intensify.

Ragnar moved in and out of him, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed as his hold on Magnus’ hips tightened. Each time Ragnar grunted and sunk his cock in, a shockwave of pleasure flowed through Magnus’ body. He had been repeating, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over but the surges of bliss pulsing through him eventually robbed him of speech. His arms trembled as he tried to keep himself upright, though he knew that Ragnar would be just as, if not more, excited to see him pressed into the carpet.

Ragnar was trying to keep his excitement at bay but that was very difficult to do when he looked down to see his glistening cock sliding between his handsome boyfriend’s deliciously rounded ass cheeks. He tried glancing up instead, but then he saw the smooth expanse of Magnus’ beautifully contoured back and his blond locks covered with his own silk accessories. Even if he closed his eyes, the feeling of being implanted deep inside Magnus was almost too much…almost. Pink elephants, hockey plays, poker hand rankings…he ran through his usual list of distracting thoughts while he also tried to pay attention to his level of arousal and keep an eye on Magnus. The latter had been moaning encouragingly for some time now, but his arms were shaking, so perhaps a change would be welcome.

Ragnar began sliding his palms up Magnus’ sides until they were nearly under his armpits. “Baby, come here.” He applied pressure to the fingers curled around towards Magnus’ chest to indicate that Magnus should straighten up, and as he did, Ragnar wrapped his arms around his chest, pulling him close. The change in position meant that Ragnar’s member was not lodged as deeply as before but there was still enough of him inside to keep them enmeshed.

His back pressed tightly against Ragnar’s chest, Magnus turned his head and sought Ragnar’s lips for a messy, chaotic kiss. Ragnar felt the slippery material of the silken bindings against his temple and forehead as their open mouths and tongues met hungrily. Ragnar clutched at Magnus’ chest while one of Magnus’ arms reached behind both of them to Ragnar’s ass. Magnus’ other hand found Ragnar’s clean one and brought Ragnar’s fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them while they kissed. All the while, Ragnar continued to thrust himself rhythmically into Magnus, punctuating their embrace with gasps.

Ragnar broke off the kiss and suddenly bit down hard at the base of Magnus’ neck, causing him to cry out briefly. Breathing hard, Ragnar moved his lips next to Magnus’ ear: “Clasp your hands around the back of my neck.” Confused by the order, Magnus hesitated to comply but decided to trust his beloved. Arching his back, he extended his arm over his head and behind him and managed to just join his fingers behind Ragnar’s neck as the other had brought his head forward over Magnus’ shoulder. He then felt Ragnar’s hands dig into the undersides of his thighs, near the backs of his knees, and, before he realized what was happening, he was scooped up and lifted off the floor. He was totally shocked by the motion but his reflexes caused him to tighten his grip behind Ragnar’s neck. He knew Ragnar was strong, that much was obvious, but Magnus wasn’t small and just as he was beginning to wonder how long Ragnar could support his weight…they were flying backwards! Once on his feet, Ragnar had taken a step back and had sat down heavily in the wheeled desk chair, which naturally shot a few feet across the floor and slammed into the wall. Luckily the carpeted floor had prevented the chair from gaining too much speed, but the impact still shook them…though it also had the effect of jamming Ragnar that much further inside Magnus, making his head spin.

When they’d made contact with the wall, Magnus’ hands had naturally gone to brace himself and they were now firmly gripping the arms of the chair. He shook his head as he recovered from the surprise and quickly took stock of the situation: he was in Ragnar’s lap in the chair, their feet on the floor, with Ragnar’s hands on his waist. Behind him, he heard a muttered, “I can’t believe that worked.” Magnus laughed under his breath, but not for long as he inhaled sharply when Ragnar grasped his waist tightly and began moving him up and down. “Ooooh…god…yes….” Magnus flexed his thighs and biceps, not wanting to leave all of the work to Ragnar. It wasn’t long before their breathless grunts, groans, and exclamations filled the room. As Magnus controlled his own rising and falling, Ragnar extended an arm over Magnus’ shoulder to spread his fingers across Magnus’ face, fingertips initially catching on the silk tie, and then down to his jawline and neck, pulling his torso back and pushing Magnus’ head to the side to enable their open, panting mouths to meet. The wet sounds of their wild and frantic kisses grew as they lapped the insides of each other’s mouths. One of Magnus’ arms snaked up behind Ragnar’s head to run a hand through his hair and then gripped the back of his head to pull it that much closer, trying to connect their lips more firmly despite the ungainly angle. As they grappled in their hectic embrace, each unknowingly yearning for his body to be melded as one with the other’s, to feel his heart pound, to truly know his pleasure.

Gasping for air, Ragnar broke off the kiss and abruptly turned Magnus’ head forward so Ragnar’s mouth was next to his boyfriend’s ear, where he growled, “I love feeling myself in you, Baby.” Even seated with Magnus’ exquisite but not insignificant weight on top of him, Ragnar couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his pelvis. Magnus moaned his reply, “God, the way you fill me up,” as, lust inflamed, he began to writhe and grind himself against his virile partner.

The vigorous bouncing coupled with the frenzied kisses had loosened the silken bindings around Magnus’ head, and the tie now cascaded down his back into the narrow space between them while the pocket square tumbled down his chest and onto the floor. Sight unexpectedly restored, Magnus shook his head and blinked rapidly against the dim, and yet too bright, light. He glanced around quickly, gathering his bearings, and caught sight of the two of them in a mirror on the other side of the room, observing his own flushed face and parted lips, and behind him, Ragnar with his head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent cry. Magnus then looked down, registering Ragnar’s muscular legs on either side of his own; his gaze travelled upwards to his swollen, almost angry looking member, red and bobbing. Being able to see it made it that much harder not to touch it, so he looked away, twisting his head around to try to catch a glimpse of Ragnar.

By this time, Ragnar had felt something unfamiliar touch his stomach and glanced down to see his tie; sure enough, it was no longer wrapped around Magnus’ head. Ragnar was impressed that they’d made use of it as part of a blindfold as long as they had and was about to toss it onto the carpet when he realized he might have another way to employ it. Moving quickly, he captured Magnus’ wrists in each hand, brought them together behind his back, rapidly wound the tie around them and secured it tightly. “Wha…what…?” Ragnar chuckled, pleased that he had taken his boyfriend completely off guard.

Ragnar tugged on the binding, both as a test and as a signal to Magnus. “Yes or no, Baby.”

Magnus was capable of no more than a ragged whisper: “God, yes.”

Heavily exhaling the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Ragnar leaned forward to seize Magnus’ earlobe in his teeth, pulling on it sharply and making its owner gasp before letting go of it to purr in his ear, “Good choice.” As a flare of desire burned through him, Magnus acknowledged to himself that no, it hadn’t been a choice, only need, only craving.

As wonderful as it felt to have Magnus transfixed on his aching length – and it did feel amazing – Ragnar wanted to be able to…move more freely, so he grasped Magnus by his biceps and slowly had them both stand up, taking care to keep himself firmly implanted within Magnus’ ass. When he was sure they were both balanced, he told Magnus, “Bend over and don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Magnus bent at the waist, which had the delicious effect of pushing his ass more tightly against Ragnar’s crotch, as his arms slid through Ragnar’s hands to be gripped securely just above each wrist. If Ragnar let go, Magnus would most likely tumble to the floor, but he trusted Ragnar’s strength…and his desire to keep fucking him.

Ragnar marvelled at the display before him; he was overjoyed that they kept discovering new ways of satisfying each other. To that end, he began moving his hips slowly, judging how much force he needed to use to hold onto Magnus as he thrusted, noting how Magnus’ arms tensed and flexed, listening to the way he breathed and moaned and gasped, and, of course, monitoring how tense or relaxed Magnus felt around him. As the one in control, he needed to be aware of Magnus’ needs and comfort level; of course, he always wanted to take care of his sweet boy, whether that be during their everyday life…or their sex life.

Encountering little resistance, Ragnar gradually sped up his movements, excited by Magnus’ responding groans and intakes of breath. His motions were still very deliberate, not wanting to lose his own balance by pushing too hard, but it soon became obvious to Ragnar that they would need to change their position when he felt Magnus’ arms begin to tremble under his hands, and when Magnus’ indistinct moans morphed into intelligible words like “yes!” and “more!”

“That’s what you want, Baby? More?”

“Yes, fuck, give it to me, fucking pound me.” No longer asking or pleading, Magnus’ command dripped with lust. Now it was Ragnar’s turn to draw a sharp breath; he never tired of hearing Magnus demand exactly what he wanted, and Ragnar always wanted to grant him his every wish.

“Bed.” Ragnar nudged Magnus’ left leg with his own to indicate they should move forward together to the nearby bed, and two steps later Ragnar was releasing Magnus’ arms to let his upper body fall forward somewhat roughly onto the covers, and then he tapped the backs of Magnus’ thighs to indicate he should raise his knees onto the bed. Ragnar gazed down at the dirty picture below him: Magnus’ shoulders and head pushed into the covers, arms tied behind him, sublime ass upturned and still pierced by Ragnar’s cock. It was enough to make his head spin.

Before placing a hand on either side of Magnus’ hips, he caressed and squeezed the rounded cheeks below him, enjoying Magnus’ hum of approval, as adjusted his stance for maximum stability and power. When he was ready, he gripped Magnus’ hips and began to thrust in earnest, plunging himself deep inside and then pulling back. Taking Ragnar’s length, Magnus’ body was pushed down onto the bed and he gasped as the inches slid into him. “Oh yes, god yes, that’s it, fuck me.” Magnus breathed deliberately to relax himself and grunted in time with each instroke as Ragnar gradually picked up the pace, spewing a constant stream of obscenities. Soon he was pounding away, amazed that he was still hard, still able to last; he never wanted a night like this to end…but it would sooner than later if he kept this up.

Thinking about the end made him realize that his own ass hadn’t been explored at all, which was understandable when Magnus had been blindfolded…but now he wasn’t. Ragnar bit his lip and began to slow his driving hips, evidently perplexing Magnus. “Ragnar…what? You can keep going, really.” Magnus tried to keep the pleading out of his voice but didn’t think he was successful.

“Baby,” he began, his voice shaking slightly. “I can’t let you have all the fun.” Ragnar swallowed before saying thickly, “I want to feel you inside of me.” Still buried up to the hilt, he bent over to begin untying Magnus’ wrists in anticipation of their change in roles. 

“Don’t. Leave it.” Magnus’ command brooked no argument as he jerked away his arms when he felt Ragnar’s hands on them.

“But…how…?” In Ragnar’s mind, he exchanged their positions and wasn’t seeing it.

“You’re smart, do it. Make me fuck you.” Magnus, despite the fact that Ragnar was supposed to be the one in control, had thrown down the gauntlet, challenging him to figure out a way to get what he wanted. Okay, challenge accepted. Ragnar took a deep breath and pulled out, causing Magnus to also inhale sharply. Once they’d separated, Ragnar shoved Magnus’ hip so he fell over onto his side on the bed where he lay looking up at Ragnar, an amused glare on his face. Ragnar grinned, furrowed his brow at Magnus, and then it hit him and he rolled his eyes. Of course, no need to think about it too much.

Ragnar sprang off the bed to retrieve the desk chair from where it rested against the wall and rolled it over to bed so its back was up against it. By that time, Magnus had maneuvered himself into a sitting position on the bed and was watching him. Once the chair was in place, Ragnar stood for a moment looking down at Magnus, who could now look back; as thrilling and as different as their night had been, Ragnar realized that he’d missed eye contact. Now, as Ragnar bent over to grasp Magnus by the biceps and haul him up, now his gaze bore into him…at least until their eyes closed as Magnus stood and Ragnar pulled him into an urgent kiss into which he tried to pour…everything. They were both breathless as their lips broke apart and their eyes met again.

Ragnar swallowed quickly before asking, “You ready for this?” Ragnar thought the check-in might have been unnecessary after a quick glance at Magnus’ crotch, but just because he sported a beautiful, stiff, throbbing erection didn’t mean Ragnar should jump to any conclusions about his overall willingness.

“More than ready.” Magnus grinned wantonly; he had seen Ragnar’s eyes flick to his aching cock and how his mouth had watered afterwards. “Let’s do this.”

Magnus’ heart was pounding as Ragnar, still gripping his arms, guided him into the chair and once Magnus was seated, stepped away to find the bottle of lube. He leaned back in the chair, testing the position and comfort of his bound arms; if he kept his hands at the small of his back, he thought there would be enough space for them when, not if, the action became energetic.

Ragnar, container in hand, turned back around to face Magnus and stopped dead in his tracks. There he was waiting for him, his lover, beautiful inside and out, toned legs spread, erect member resting against his abs, broad chest rising and falling, arms invisible behind him, excitement and desire in his eyes. Ragnar licked his lips in anticipation and moved towards him once more, flipping open the lube bottle. “Baby, I’m afraid if I touch you, that’s gonna be the end.”

“Hey, give me a little more credit than that.” Magnus tried to sound mock indignant but if he were being honest with himself, he was also slightly nervous…and somewhat surprised he was still hard. He hoped he had a bit more staying power in him to be able to satisfy Ragnar’s current need.

Ragnar squeezed some of the viscous liquid into his hand, bent at the waist, and wrapped his palm around Magnus’ length. Magnus gasped and threw his head back as Ragnar slowly slid his hand up and down, twisting it as he went, to thoroughly coat it. As he continued stroking it to spread everything evenly, Ragnar began to lean forward, clearly intent on capturing Magnus’ lips with his own. Magnus quickly turned his face away and moved his head to one side, causing Ragnar to stop everything, remove his hand, and stand regarding him, frowning. “What?”

“God, if you kiss me now, it is going to be all over.”

“My kisses turn you on that much?” Part of him was glad Magnus wasn’t meeting his gaze at that moment so that he couldn’t see the wonder in his eyes.

“How have you not figured that out by now?” Magnus shook his head in disbelief; Ragnar really could be surprisingly oblivious sometimes.

A response like that always sent Ragnar’s heart into freefall as a burst of warmth spread through his body; he was so in love with Magnus, he didn’t know if he wanted to hug him or fuck him. His eyes raked over Magnus’ body; who was he kidding? Fuck him. Ragnar would be sure to tell him later how much he meant to him.

Magnus’ breath quickened as he caught sight of the moment when his boyfriend’s expression went from warm and tender back to randy and lustful. Ragnar shot him a devilish look before squirting some lube on his fingers before capping and setting down the bottle. He then turned in place, slowly and deliberately, until he was facing away from Magnus, so he had to twist his head to toss over his shoulder, “Just let me get myself ready for you.” Magnus fleetingly glimpsed Ragnar’s grin before he could no longer see his face as Ragnar had begun to bend at the waist, one hand reaching behind to spread its fingers across the side of one ass cheek to pull it away from its twin, exposing the opening between. When he saw Ragnar’s other hand, fingertips wet with lube, skim over his lower back to make contact with the skin at the cleft of his buttocks, then slide further down…curving…and…god…his middle finger…disappear inside as he arched his back and moaned, Magnus forgot to breathe and could only sit and gape at the erotic show in front of him. As the finger worked in and out, Magnus felt even more blood rush to his throbbing lower extremity, making it twitch.

“Ragnar, Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me come just from watching you.” Magnus bit his lip painfully, trying to distract himself from a consequence he knew was highly improbable but suddenly felt all too possible.

Ragnar’s breath hitched. “You’d better not because I…ahhhhh…need you…mmmm….rock hard.” 

Magnus glanced down at his now painfully swollen dick and managed to reply, “When am I ever…anything else?” 

“Ahhh…true…,” Ragnar began before breaking off as he gasped, having planted his middle finger entirely inside. “You’ve never…uhn…disappointed me.” 

Magnus was having trouble processing speech, hypnotized as he was by Ragnar’s actions. “I…uh…lord, Ragnar…please…don’t plan to start now.” As Magnus’ eyes were locked on the carnal exhibition in front of him, he realized that because they normally couldn’t keep their hands off each other, they didn’t often need to handle themselves. Maybe he would need to ask…no, beg…for a show like this more often.

“You…never…could….” Ragnar seemed to have reached the end of his conversational abilities as he sank in a second digit and worked both fingers in and out, filling the room with faint squelching sounds. Magnus let out a ragged breath and swallowed hard, briefly wondering if he should start regretting the fact that his hands were tied…before acknowledging no, not for one single solitary second.

“Ah, god…ready…so ready….” Ragnar stopped what he was doing, pulled his fingers out, and looked under his arm behind him, approving of what he saw. “Oh, yes, Baby.” He backed up a couple of small steps, reached behind him for Magnus’ cock, grasped it firmly, and began to lower himself.

Magnus watched, wide-eyed, as Ragnar angled Magnus’ length and initially made contact with the smooth skin of his ass, realized he was missing the mark slightly and adjusted, then gasped as the tip brushed up against his puckered entrance. He watched, open mouthed, as Ragnar held him in place tightly as he lowered himself further, both of them inhaling sharply as the bulbous head began to disappear inside. He watched, heart pounding, as Ragnar, groaning loudly, impaled himself fully. 

Ragnar was slightly taller and considerably stronger than Magnus, which meant that in this same position he could more easily move himself up and down, which, with a grunt, he began to do. Magnus had been so riveted by the sight of being enveloped that he’d been struck dumb, but once Ragnar began moving, a switch flipped and his power of speech returned. “Oh god…yes, Ragnar…ahhh…so tight…mmmm…fuck me…yes, please…yes…yes…I want you…so much…yes….” With Ragnar tilted forward somewhat, Magnus could see his glistening cock disappear and reappear with his boyfriend’s movements, movements he himself could neither control nor constrain – not that he wanted to – though all the while knowing he could shut it down with a single word…a word he hoped never had to pass his lips. He had surrendered, had given himself over to Ragnar to have his way with him, and he loved it. 

As provocative as they were, Ragnar was trying to block out Magnus’ fervent utterances because he could feel his control quickly slipping away. Not only was his body being filled up by having Magnus deep, oh so deep, inside him but his mind was spinning and his heart had swollen, knowing that Magnus trusted him enough to do this. 

Magnus’ breathing quickened as the exquisite pressure built up while Ragnar’s powerful thighs pistoned him up and down, squeezing…gripping…pulling…everything so tense, so tight.

When Ragnar moaned incoherently and leaned back against his chest, Magnus’ mind’s eye flashed back to them on the dance floor, pressed up against each other, writhing joyfully as the song reached its crescendo. Magnus leaned forward to pant breathlessly into Ragnar’s ear, “You are my world.” Ragnar’s heart exploded inside his chest, and, of its own volition, his right hand sought his turgid member, unable to hold back his aching need any longer. As he began to stroke and with his heart still in the process of gluing itself back together – to be even stronger than before – the only cogent reply Ragnar could utter was a croaked “I love you,” before gasping, “Kiss me.” He twisted in Magnus’ lap and reached behind his shoulder with his left hand, searching for and finding the side of Magnus’ head. 

“Yes.” Magnus barely had time to blurt out the word before Ragnar had pulled their yearning mouths together.

No more needed to be said. One writhed and ground and tugged while the other thrust as best he could as they sped towards the end of their marathon. With gaping mouths, they kissed, or tried to, inhaling each other’s heaving breaths as they rocked together, dual pressures mounting. As waves of pleasure jostled each other, they both blasted past the finish line, one after the other, while silent cries were torn from their trembling bodies.

Afterwards, both completely spent, they gulped for air with their heads bowed as their hammering hearts began to slow. Magnus drew a breath as he felt himself slip out of Ragnar’s ass, causing the other to shudder. His full weight on Magnus’ thighs, Ragnar turned his head and shot Magnus a look of pure satisfied exhaustion. Still winded, he asked, “Do you need me…to get off your lap?”

Magnus shook his head as his reply was punctuated by deep breaths. “No…I’m okay…for now.” Ragnar exhaled and smiled before replying, “Good, because I don’t think I can move my legs.”

Magnus crinkled his eyes at his worn-out boyfriend. “And I thought you were supposed to be wrecking me.”

Ragnar gave him a warm grin in return. “We’re both wrecked…and a mess.” His breathing began to return to normal as he glanced around the carpet and chair…and realized they’d need to leave a larger tip than usual for housekeeping. He leaned sideways to give Magnus a tender kiss on the lips. “Shower?” 

“Oh yeah.” Ragnar stood on legs that still shook, and immediately turned to lean over Magnus to untie his wrists. This brought Ragnar’s splattered chest within easy reach of Magnus’ mouth, and as he tilted forward to allow Ragnar access to his bindings, he began lapping up the remnants, savoring Ragnar’s shiver and the saltiness on his tongue.

Ragnar’s breath hitched as he said, “You know, the shower will take care of that.”

Magnus’ lip curled into a wicked smile. “I know,” he replied as he licked off another pair of droplets before Ragnar finished untying his wrists and stepped back.

Unbound, Magnus flexed and rolled his shoulders, feeling a bit of soreness but no worse than after a strenuous workout. Ragnar cocked his head at him, concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

Magnus smiled up at him as he rotated his shoulders and stretched his neck for a few seconds more. “Just a little stiff, that’s all.”

“You were more than a little stiff before,” Ragnar replied with a leer. Magnus shook his head and rolled his eyes, making Ragnar grin as he held out his hand. When Magnus took it, he was pulled up out of the chair and into a tight hug, neither of them caring about the aforementioned messy stickiness, which would soon be sluiced away by the hot shower spray, of their assorted body parts; they only cared about sharing a quiet moment, akin to how they’d started the evening, before the hours of hectic, erotic energy, when instead of pulsing music or panting breaths, they could only hear each other’s heartbeats.

Arms wrapped around each other, several minutes passed as they stood in their silent, still embrace before Magnus felt Ragnar begin to pull his head back and he did the same. Their eyes met, heavy with equal parts love and fatigue, and they smiled at each other before they shared a gentle kiss and then each stepped back. Ragnar tilted his head towards the bathroom and Magnus nodded.

They emerged not long after, freshly-washed bodies still warm from the shower. They climbed into bed and despite the late – or very early – hour, spent some time talking about the evening as they settled, breaths ghosting across the other’s face. They discussed how much they’d enjoyed it, what had excited them, and what had surprised them. Ragnar said, uncharacteristically bashfully, that he hoped he did a good enough job of being in charge; Magnus assured him it had been more than good enough, it had been great. Ragnar smiled at the praise and pushed back a tendril of hair that had slipped onto Magnus’ forehead. “I did miss seeing how you look at me.” 

Magnus furrowed his brow slightly and cocked his head. “How do I look at you?” 

Ragnar paused to swallow, and then looked away before he replied softly, “With so much love and trust it takes my breath away.”

Magnus’ heart clenched at the raw emotion in the shaking voice and at the tear he saw forming in the corner of Ragnar’s eye. He felt moisture welling up in his own and blinked a few times, trying in vain not to choke up. He reached up to gently stroke Ragnar’s cheek with his thumb. “You’re just seeing the truth of what’s in my heart. I’m yours, have always been yours, utterly and completely.”

In the dim lighting, the glistening trail of Ragnar’s tear shone like moonlight on the water. Ragnar closed his eyes against the swell of emotions that threatened to overpower him. When he reopened them, he beheld Magnus’ glittering gaze, the look that told him everything he needed to know, everything he needed to see…because everything he needed in the world was right here in front of him. “I love you so much, Magnus.”

Magnus felt his own tears fall when he heard his name on Ragnar’s lips, eclipsing the usual beloved endearment. Magnus knew what it signified, and it never failed to touch the deepest reaches of his heart. His voice was thick when he replied, with words that seemed inadequate, “I love you too, Ragnar.”

Their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss as they wrapped their strong but weary arms loosely around each other. Thoroughly worn out from their strenuous night, they fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, for how could any dream be better than this reality?