July 2023 R18 scene: Ragnar x Yule.

WARNING: NSFW TEXT + IMAGE.

Characters: Ragnar x Yule (Wild Beast Forest House).

Canon? Yes.

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Yule entered Ragnar's office broom in hand as he did every morning. Rooms that smelled so deeply of Ragnar always gave him a little shiver of pleasure, and that one in particular would always be bathed in important memories: when he first told anyone about his fingers, and especially when he kissed and felt Ragnar inside for the first time. A lot had happened since then, but to his surprise, having sex with Ragnar again had turned out to be easier than he had expected.

"At first I thought it would never happen again," he thought as he swept the empty room. Ragnar was probably somewhere else. "Maybe he liked it? Did I do it right?"

Yule felt a mixture of pride and dread. He wanted to think that Ragnar had enjoyed sex with him as much as he had enjoyed sex with Ragnar and that was why they had repeated, but he couldn't remember doing anything special to please him.

"I have to do better…"

"At what?"

Yule turned around startled. He had noticed neither the presence of Ragnar, who had just entered his office, nor that he had said that out loud.

"...At sweeping," he lied with hot, deeply flushed cheeks. A small chuckle escaped Ragnar’s lips. It was rare to see him smile like that, though Yule had witnessed it on several occasions lately. It made his chest feel warm.

"You sweep perfectly well, Yule," Ragnar said as he gently cornered him against one of the shelves. As big as the wolf was compared to him, his movements were so soft that Yule didn't feel intimidated. It was like a gentle invitation to share a smaller, more intimate space together.

"What about sex?"

The shiver Ragnar felt at the unexpected question was visible.

"What do you mean?" the wolf whispered as the atmosphere changed slightly between the two.

"I mean if I'm good at it..." Yule muttered lowering his head. He felt more insecure than he wanted to admit, but being honest had brought him many good things and Yule was a fast learner.

Ragnar lifted his chin with his fingers to look him straight in the eyes.

"You're beautiful," he told him as he planted little kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. "You're addictive…"

Ragnar's words made Yule moan lightly against his lips.

"Then take me on your desk again..." he thought, and not begging aloud cost him a huge amount of willpower he wasn’t aware he had.

Yule introduced his tongue into Ragnar's mouth and Ragnar responded by pressing his body against Yule's, whose back was pressed completely against the bookshelf. When they kissed like that it was inevitable that their bodies would respond, and they were so close together that it was impossible not to feel each other's erections.

"I want..." Yule gasped trying to find the words between kisses.

"Whatever you want I'll give you," Ragnar replied with an intense look in his eyes, which seemed to be undressing him already.

Yule swallowed hard. Despite all they had done and said, he was embarrassed to put what he wanted to do into words, so instead he decided to show him.

Without a word, Yule knelt down in front of Ragnar and began to unlace his pants clumsily. Ragnar clearly wasn't expecting that and stood still for a few seconds while his brain processed what was happening.

Yule continued to undo Ragnar's pants with trembling fingers and looked up to search for any hint of disapproval on his partner's face. As soon as their gazes met, Ragnar came to his senses, took a deep breath and quickly helped him undo the laces.

Ragnar's member, huge and erect, was exposed just inches from Yule's face. Hundreds of shivers ran through his body in anticipation of all the things he wanted to do with it. Ragnar leaned against the shelf with one elbow and with the other hand he held his member and guided it towards Yule's lips, which were slightly open because of his agitated breathing.

"Are you sure...?" Ragnar asked, and the desire for him to answer yes was palpable.

Yule bit his lip with desire before parting his lips and gently stroking Ragnar's penis with his tongue. The first contact made the wolf flinch, but he knew how to keep his composure.

Yule began to run his tongue up and down the length of his member. He was hot and hard, and Yule felt himself salivating more and more. He opened his mouth as wide as he could to take it in, but it was hard due to his size.

"Nh... Yule..." Ragnar moaned almost as a whisper. He freed his member to put his hand on Yule's head and stroke his hair.

Yule pushed Ragnar's member all the way into his mouth, filling it completely. He began to suck on him with more ease and got an immediate response from Ragnar. His moans grew louder and his hips began to jerk softly against Yule's mouth.

"He likes it..." Yule thought with satisfaction, and that made him try harder. Ragnar closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the moment until he felt like his legs were going to give out on him.

"Nh... Stop, please..." Ragnar begged reluctantly. Yule obeyed and released his member from the prison of his lips, looking up again to search Ragnar's face for an explanation. Had he done something wrong?

Ragnar helped him to stand up as he caught his breath.

"Did you like it?" Yule asked uncertainly, and in response he got a deep, passionate kiss that pressed him back against the shelf. After a few seconds of intertwined tongues, Ragnar pulled away from him just a few millimeters so he could speak.

"I liked it too much, I thought I was going to collapse."

Yule's lips curved into a triumphant little smile and it  sparked something in Ragnar, because he kissed him again with uncontrolled passion.

"Do you want to go to my room? We can finish up there," Ragnar suggested, though his breathing was so labored that he didn't look like he could hold it all the way to his room.

"Or you can take me against the bookshelf," Yule replied. He also didn't have much patience left to go find another, more private place. "We already did it on the table... It would be nice to have memories in every corner of this room."

Ragnar didn't think twice and started unzipping Yule's pants, grabbing his buttocks and member with his huge hands as he did so.

"I want to make love to you in every corner of every room in the world," Ragnar whispered as he took down Yule’s pants and turned him around to rest his hands against the shelf.

"Do it," Yule moaned as he felt Ragnar's huge hands spread his buttocks apart to penetrate him. "Anywhere... Just do it…"

He closed his eyes and saw little stars as Ragnar pushed him against the shelf, thrusting into him.

"Ah...! Yes, Ragnar…"

The penetration began at a less gentle pace than the first time they had had sex. Ragnar was too turned on by the fellatio a moment ago to control his eagerness, and Yule was grateful because he needed that force. Ragnar was much bigger than he was and at times it felt like he was crushing him against the furniture, but the sensation was strangely gratifying. Yule felt safe in his strong arms and his huge back covering him from any possible prying eyes.

"More... Ragnar... Please… Please..."

Ragnar gladly obliged, giving full rein to his desire to penetrate him faster and deeper.

"Aah... Ah!" Yule could barely control the volume of his voice. If anyone passed by the door they would hear him moan, but he didn't care. It was Ragnar doing that to him, and just for that moment, Ragnar was his.

"Yule... Yule…"

"Ah, ah... I can't hold it anymore, Ragnar... Nh...! Touch me…"

Yule felt Ragnar's palm around his cock before he finished asking for it. Ragnar began to masturbate him as his thrusts increased in intensity approaching his own climax.

"I love you... I love you, Ragnar..." Yule thought, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Nor could he have, for almost instantly he felt an explosion of pleasure that contracted every muscle in his body and filled Ragnar's hand with his semen.

A deep, choked moan from the wolf answered Yule's cries of pleasure as he felt his insides fill with Ragnar's seed. He felt Ragnar's hips press hard against his buttocks for an instant, his member inside all the way to the root. When he was done, Ragnar pulled away from him and took a handkerchief to wipe him clean, still panting.

Yule caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater as he looked at Ragnar still with deep red cheeks.

"I had come to clean up," Yule said remembering that the broom was still lying around somewhere. Probably on the floor.

"Sorry, it's hard to resist when we're alone…"

Ragnar looked a little embarrassed and Yule found him most adorable. For someone so big, strong and vigorous during sex, Ragnar had a soft, sweet side that Yule loved above all things.

"Distract me whenever you want," Yule replied resting his chin against Ragnar's chest. "I like it when you do."

Ragnar hugged him without a word and stroked his hair. If they hadn't been standing, Yule would have fallen asleep right there.

"Go get some rest, you'll finish cleaning up later."

Ragnar dropped something in Yule's hand and retreated to his desk as he tidied his hair a bit after the commotion.

Yule looked at the palm of his hand where the key to Ragnar's room rested and tears welled up in his eyes. He had his own room, a small garret they had set up for him when he arrived, but Ragnar was offering him something else.

He closed his hand tightly around the key. It meant more to him than Ragnar could imagine.

Before Ragnar could realize he was crying, Yule headed for the office door to leave, happier than he had ever been.

"When you're done working…"

Ragnar looked up at the sound of his voice, but Yule's back was turned about to walk out the door.

"When you're done working I want to kiss you again," Yule said and closed the door behind him before Ragnar could respond. He strode off towards his new room, that beautiful place that smelled of the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

That day Ragnar took a break from work much earlier than usual. That morning he had told Yule that he was addictive, and as he kissed him tirelessly in the privacy of their room, Ragnar decided it was an addiction he would never want to stop succumbing to.

THE END.

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