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[storradr]

	Friendr
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	» Age: 30? maybe? 31? not sure. is that important? » Seeking: not picky » Preferences: see above » Interests: farming. sailing. fighting. drinking. england. » Bio: married. 2 children, one boy, one girl. i'd like to learn more about this place and the tools they have here. and you. and your homeland. and the things you have there.
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	Ragnar Lothbrok
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[storradr]

[Ragnar had come over with no expectations aside from some friendly, and hopefully interesting, conversation. Even now, he was simply content with going along with whatever TJ was comfortable with doing.

TJ pushed himself up to kneel against him rather than sitting in his lap, forcing him to tilt his head back. He had no idea why, but the simple change of angle made him groan softly, the noise mostly muffled by the kiss. His hands move to pull him closer, sliding firmly up TJ's thighs and over his ass.

As TJ shuffled closer, he slowly broke the kiss, tugging Ragnar's lip between his teeth which earns him another exhaled groan. He continued to slide his hands up, his rough calloused fingers snaking under TJ's shirt, fanning out over his skin as he worked the shirt upwards before moving to push it off, smirking up at TJ.]

I cannot say I have ever been with a prince. [He chuckled softly before leaning forward and dipping his head to drag a few light bites to the newly exposed skin.]

[absolutperfection]

[TJ feels guilty for all of ten seconds. They could be friends. He'd probably like that. Not more than sex, but in a different way. Ragnar was curious and easy to talk to. He never jumped to any conclusions about TJ or made him feel like shit. It was a good start. TJ didn't know how to deal with anything good. He had to ruin it before it hurt him or put it in a nice, tidy little box with a label.

So they'll have sex and talk once in a while. Good. That was nice. Simple.

He lifts his arms and drops the shirt off to the side. TJ runs a hand through his hair to smooth it back out.] Hope I don't disappoint.

[Ragnar sure wasn't. TJ drags his hands across the top of Ragnar's head, playing with the braid but not moving to untie or work the strands loose. He tips his own head back and angles his chest forward in a - hey, keep going - kind of gesture.]