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@bjornironsideviking
Name: Björn Ironside
Age: Mid 20s
Sex: Male
Nationality: Norse
Sexuality: Bisexual/Polyamorous
Marital Status: Married for a brief time to Þórunn. I have been in multiple relationships since then.
Married to @ronanofulaid 🖤
Family - Mother @lagertha-lothbrok
Religious Affiliation: Pagan
Weapons: Longsword and axe
Affiliated with: @thelastkingdomrp The Last Kingdom RP group.
The Last Kingdom and Vikings crossover.
Later that night
Despite the utter shock of Gunnar turning into a wolf and the several bouts of lovemaking, Cinaed’s tiredness doesn’t affect him too much. Not after such an exciting night. He dons just his trousers, stepping out into the night air with his lover bare chested. The full moon looms over their heads, casting a dimly lit glow over their cottage.
“Just… try it. See what happens.” The prince says, shrugging one of his shoulders.
What could go wrong?
There was no telling if Gunnar would shift again tonight at the insistence of the moon alone, but Cinaed has a feeling that it’s possible. The Northman’s eyes are still different, and his breaths are heavier. His prince’s amber eyes almost rival the glow of the moon.
@cinaedofulaid
“Just try it, he says…” Gunnar teases his mate as he glances up at the moon shining overhead, a smirk playing on his lips. The glow from Cinaed’s eyes rivaling the moon, and it’s absolutely gorgeous.
“I don’t even know how it happened the first time…” the warrior admits as he rubs his hands over his biceps. His body is still running exceptionally warm, but then that could be in part from the multiple bouts of lovemaking.
Gunnar closes his eyes for a moment as his bare feet plant firmly on the ground. He tries to control his breathing, concentrating on the wolf inside him. He can tell the wolf is eager to come out, it’s almost like he is pawing at his insides. The moon is his time to frolic and hunt. The Northman can feel the vibrations inside him, that deep itch in his bones, the ache in his muscles and the tingling of his skin. He tries to push the wolf out, breathe life into him.
But nothing happens.
Letting out a groan, the warrior looks at his mate. “I was touching you when it happened. I need something of you to help me trigger it.” The warrior rationalizes.
@cinaedofulaid
“Just focus…” Cinaed teases back with a little smirk. He just watches as Gunnar runs his hands over his biceps, so curious and intrigued to see this happen in real time. He watches as his lover concentrates, his heart beating a little faster in anticipation.
“Touching me? But…” the prince protests. He trusts Gunnar… so why does this seem so scary?
“Fine. C’mere.” Cinaed says, stepping closer to Gunnar, taking his fingertips to the Northman’s elbows to gesture his arms up.
“Touch me, then. However you want, I suppose?”
God, as he looks into Gunnar’s eyes, Cinaed becomes breathless. He’s so ravishing, and the prince is so in love with him. He can’t believe everything that has transpired. And the Northman wants to share a home with him. Cinaed quickly looks down before he swoons.
“Um,” the prince hums as Gunnar lightly touches his arms.
“… I doubt I have such power to influence your shifting, but it’s worth a try… you can always touch me, but is there something more you need?”
@gunnartjorvason
When Cinaed steps closer, a little smirk comes to Gunnar’s face. He has no idea how to trigger the change, but the idea of having his mate closer to him does bring that flutter of excitement to his belly. Surely it couldn’t hurt.
“However I want?” The warrior teasingly raises an eyebrow. He can’t help himself as he bites back a chuckle. He is trying to take this seriously, but his nervousness has him making jokes trying to hide how scary this all is. He still worries about being trapped in the wolf form, and the thought of not being able to touch his mate terrifies him.
A shiver of energy runs through the Northman as he lightly touches Cinaed’s arms. Gods, he can feel it drumming under his skin. It’s like his wolf perks up just from that simple touch and warmth floods his chest. His hands trail lower until he is softly holding Cinaed’s hands. Gods, the energy is even stronger there, just like when Cinaed has his little shocks of his power. Gunnar closes his eyes again as he concentrates on the feeling, almost imagining the warm glow of his lover’s hands.
“Don’t underestimate your powers, baby…” Gunnar softly murmurs as he tries to focus. A flood of warm fills his body as his heart flutters with the love he has for Cinaed. Such strong emotions of protectiveness, devotion, and loyalty to his mate comes over him, and he can feel the energy getting stronger. As if their combined touch is feeding off one another. Gunnar’s wolf offering strength to his fae mate, while Cinaed offers the anchor.
“…do you feel that baby?” Gunnar whispers before a gasp escapes his throat.
Everything else is a blur until Gunnar opens his eyes and sees his lover standing above him. The wolf’s eyes shining a bright blue with a spec of glowing red in the middle as he gazes into Cinaed’s eyes. Gunnar looks behind him and sees his tail swinging back and forth, a little huff leaving his snout.
That’s going to take some getting used to…
“We did it, baby…” the wolf almost grins as his nose bumps Cinaed’s hand.
@cinaedofulaid
Cinaed nods, and before he knows it, Gunnar gasps. The prince had momentarily closed his eyes to focus alongside his lover, and as soon as he opens them, he witnesses a transformation that has goosebumps rising heavy on his arms.
“… woah,” the prince murmurs. He looks down at the wolf ahead of him while simultaneously feeling his own body vibrating, everywhere.
“I feel it. I feel you.” The prince shakes his head. How is that possible? This connection to each other making each of them stronger in their abilities?
“Hmmm,” the prince hums before grinning widely down at his wolf. The way Gunnar wags his tail and bumps his hand is so damn cute.
“… shall we go for a little run?” Cinaed grins down at him, chuckling when his werewolf lover turns in an excited circle. The prince starts a jog, beaming at Gunnar as he runs beside him and barks. It almost makes the prince laugh again. They run through the forest near the cottage, the full moon providing just enough light for them. When they close the circle and return to their own yard, the prince pants to catch his breath, an amazing runner’s high running through his veins.
“You’re so fast!” Cinaed beams.
@gunnartjorvason
Rubbing his head against his mate’s thigh, Gunnar is thrilled that it worked. He had a feeling that with Cinaed’s powers awakening the wolf inside him, that his prince was the key to helping him get it to emerge. He is sure the more he does the shift the easier it will become. He’s just curious how to control it when Cinaed is not near him. Maybe if he had a little piece of Cinaed’s essence, or energy that he could touch it would be the trigger that he needs. Hearing Cinaed say that he can feel him makes Gunnar’s heart patter in his chest in excitement as his tail swooshes back and forth even faster. The mating mark opened that door for them, and Gunnar couldn’t be more overjoyed.
Gunnar lets out a little bark of excitement when his prince asks if he wants to go for a run. “Yes, baby!” He exclaims in his mind. He twirls around in circles as his paws patter on the ground. He’s excited to see how fast he can run.
As Cinaed takes off on a jog, the wolf easily trots next to him. Gunnar looking up into his eyes in utter amazement. He knows he could go much faster if he pushed himself harder, but he is content to stay by his mate’s side. Perhaps one day he’ll truly get to test out his speed and endurance.
The scents of the forest assault Gunnar’s sensitive nose as he sniffs the ground. He can smell the animals that walk these little known trails. Deer, rabbits, and even boar. One such rabbit darts out from it’s hiding spot when Gunnar draws near and it takes everything inside him not to chase after it. His prey drive is extremely high, especially with the thought of providing for his mate.
“Not tonight little bunny…” Gunnar thinks wryly as he passes it by. “…but one day.”
As they complete their loop and return to the cottage, Gunner feels excitement drumming through him. The more time he spends in his wolf form learning about his capabilities, the more in awe he is about this new found ability. Once he gets the shifting back and forth part down, he can imagine being able to hunt for his prince and protect him.
The wolf tilts his head at Cinaed’s praise as his tongue rolls out of his mouth. A big grin coming to his face. He pants a little at the exertion of the run. Walking over to the river, Gunnar gets a drink of water. He still sputters and sneezes as he get water up his nose.
“Gods, one of these days I’ll figure this part out.” He thinks as he lets out another loud sneeze.
@cinaedofulaid
Even though it’s well past midnight, the slight chill in the air doesn’t phase Cinaed at all, even bare chested. He doubts it phases Gunnar either with all that fur. Damn, even with a sprint he couldn’t keep up with the Northman’s speed.
Taking a seat at the river as Gunnar drinks, the prince sprawls his legs out and leans on his elbow, watching his wolf with a little grin.
“You did that last time too. Go slower, maybe?” Cinaed says with a smile. As Gunnar nears him and licks the tip of his nose, he laughs.
“Quite a disguise you have. But I still see the real you…” The prince smirks. Gunnar is devastatingly beautiful, and his wolf form is no different. He still has those beautiful eyes and that dark, raven like hair. Cinaed suddenly moves his finger in a little come hither motion.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He purrs as Gunnar gets close. The sniffing he does on his neck makes the prince snicker. “… you’ve always reminded me of a wolf. My mind is still reeling from all of this.”
Their midnight rendezvous is suddenly interrupted by a familiar, shouting voice.
“Cinaed, what the fuck are you doing?! Get away from it!” Ronan shouts from afar.
The elder prince had woken to a nightmare, and when he described it to Björn, they decided that it was a warning. Both of them approach in strides, and Cinaed instantly looks at Gunnar wide eyed.
“Fuck,” the prince mutters.
As Cinaed sits up and sees Ronan draw a bow and arrow, he stands with lightning speed.
“Ronan, DON’T! Don’t you fucking dare!” Cinaed seethes. “I’m fine, he’s…” he looks down at Gunnar, then at Ronan and Björn.
“I can explain…”
“Get the fuck inside, that thing is going to fucking devour you!”
Cinaed snickers, bending down and letting his wolf nuzzle into him and lick his face.
“Yeah… I hope he does...” He purrs, giving Gunnar a sensual smile.
“Does he look familiar to you?” Cinaed asks, looking at his brother’s husband.
“What the hell are you guys even doing here?”
@gunnartjorvason @bjornironsideviking
“Yeah, easy for you to say…” Gunnar huffs as he approaches his mate, his mouth grinning.
Gods, he looks gorgeous basking in the moonlight.
Gunnar revels in the laugh Cinaed lets out when he licks his nose. The wolf tilts his head inquisitively when his prince offers to tell him a secret. His nose instantly drawn to Cinaed’s neck as the smell of honey and wildflowers flood his senses. Gods, he could bask in that scent forever, it’s so delectable. If the wolf could blush, he would be. Hearing Cinaed say that he has always reminded him of a wolf, gives Gunnar a little rush. Still he never imagined it would be true.
The sound of voices cut through their tender moment, and Gunnar’s hackles raise for a moment as he stands in front of his mate in a protective stance. When he sees that it’s Björn and Ronan he starts to relax until he sees the elder prince draw a bow and arrow. The wolf lets out a little whine as he looks back at Cinaed, but he refuses to move from his side.
*****
“You can explain? Cinaed, that’s a wild animal!” Björn approaches cautiously with his husband at his side. When Ronan woke him after having one of his visions, neither of them wasted any time getting to Cinaed and Gunnar’s cottage. Even if it was the middle of the night. The danger felt very real and eminent.
Björn watches in shock as Cinaed bends down and lets the wolf nuzzle into him. He looks around them searching for Gunnar. Surely the warrior wouldn’t let his lover take such risks. The wolf may seem friendly at the moment, but it could snap at a moment’s notice.
“What?!” A look of confusion comes to Björn’s face as he shares a look with Ronan. He wants the wolf to devour him? Has he gone mad?
“Familiar? What are you talking about?” Björn asks incredulously. The blue eyes and black fur of the wolf are definitely striking, but he can’t say he has ever see the animal before.
“Ronan had a vision that you were in danger. He saw a wolf chasing you through the forest and you were trying to run away from it.” Björn explains their hasty arrival.
“Where the hell is Gunnar?” Björn looks around again, his eyes searching for the other Northman.
@cinaedofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
@askuhtredragnarson @bjornironsideviking
“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
@ronanofulaid
“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
@askuhtredragnarson
“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
@ronanofulaid
“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
@ronanofulaid
“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
@bjornironsideviking
The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
@bjornironsideviking
Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
@ronanofulaid
As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.
Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.
“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.
“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.
“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.
@bjornironsideviking
Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.
A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.
“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.
“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.
Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”
When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.
“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.
“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”
Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.
“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.
@bjornironsideviking
A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.
“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.
Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.
“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”
He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.
@ronanofulaid
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”
The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.
“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.
And you say I’m the minx? Damn.
“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.
“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.
“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.
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The soothing motions of Ronan’s hand caressing his back and his words reminds Björn to breathe. He nods his head, a sheepish smile on his face as he looks back at his husband. It just feels so good that it steals his breath away. A flush spreads out on his chest at his love’s praise
Björn rocks back on Ronan’s length as needy moans fall from his lips. It’s like he can’t get close enough even though he knows his husband is buried deep inside him. The fullness inside him is the most exquisite feeling. His cock is aching as it hangs between his legs, throbbing from the pleasure coursing through him.
“You are the amazing one, Ronan. The way you make me feel. The way you love me.” Björn purrs as he looks over his shoulder at his lover. Seeing the dark haze in Ronan’s eyes from the pleasure he is feeling sends a flutter in Björn’s stomach.
As Ronan guides him to his back, a big smile takes over his face. This is what he needs. To see the pleasure on his husband’s face as he takes him. To feel the warmth of his body against his. As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Björn lets out a little hum of pleasure as his arm wraps around his love. A soft gasp escapes the Northman as his prince sinks inside him once again, moans quickly following as he gets swept up in the passion between them.
“I did…Gods, did I need this…” Björn smiles as guides Ronan in another kiss. The bliss surrounding his heart is unfathomable. It’s like every nerve ending in his body is tingling, and it’s all because of the love he shares with his husband.
Björn head rolls back into the furs as Ronan continues thrusting in and out of him. The slow burn of his motions lighting an inferno inside of the warrior. The slight friction of Ronan’s belly against his throbbing cock only adding to the sheer rapture in his body.
“Gods, you feel so good, Ronan…” Björn husks. “I love it when you take me like this.”
@ronanofulaid
The prince watches intently as Björn’s head arches into the furs, tempering his motions despite the absolute heat coursing through his veins. When the Northman says he loves it, Ronan beams even despite his flushed, fervent expressions.
“You love it? Good…” the prince purrs, kissing Bjorn’s nose before his lips bow down to his neck. He gives him steady, slower thrusts to keep him nice and calm. It’s a slippery slope between overwhelmed and enamored, surely. At least for Ronan it is.
Dragging his hand against the Northman’s muscles, he squeezes his chest, and anywhere he can get his hands on. His husband is so damn impressive, and he feels so good like this. Even his natural scent gets the prince hot with desire. His hand eventually lands upon his lover’s jaw, using it to tilt his head so he can look up into Ronan’s dark eyes.
“You are alright?” The prince asks with tender concern. “Just use your words for me, yes? If you need to…”
Before Björn can reply, Ronan is wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him up and down. He looks intently into the Northman’s beautiful blue eyes to assure himself that his lover is okay just in case Björn can’t form words in this moment. Surely he’s going to have such a shuddering peak, but the prince will coax him through it gently. As Björn jumps a little at the combined sensations, Ronan gives him a charming grin.
“Yes, babe… fuck. You have me throbbing inside you. Gods, it’s so good…
I’m going to cum so fucking hard. I just want you shudderin’ beneath me first.”
@bjornironsideviking
A smile curls Björn’s lips as Ronan places a kiss on his nose. Such a sweet gesture that instantly has his heart fluttering. Gods, his husband is so adorable, and loving, and the warrior eats up every bit of it.
The steady thrusts his husband gives him has his core humming in response. The pleasure spreading out through his body has him floating on a cloud. He places one of his hands possessively on his husband’s thigh, feeling the rippling of his muscles as he pumps himself inside him. His other hand caresses up Ronan’s side, marveling at the definition of his new muscles and the strength behind them. A soft sigh escapes his mouth as Ronan returns his caresses with his own. He loves it when his husband squeezes his muscles almost possessively, like he is claiming him as his. When Ronan’s hand settles on his jaw, tilting his blue eyes to his dark ones, the warrior gives him a adoring look.
“I-I’m better than alright…” Björn stutters out as his husband takes his cock in his hand. “I-I feel amazing.”
Gods, the dual sensation of feeling Ronan deep inside him, and now the stroking of his cock is almost more than Björn can bear. He feels himself hurling dangerously close to the edge, as his hands quickly grip the furs beneath him.
“Gods…” he pants out, as he tries to stave off his release for just a little bit longer, biting his lip to try to distract himself.
“Don’t…don’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good…” Björn rasps between ragged breaths
“Oh, fuck…Ronan…” the warrior says with a hint of surprise in his voice as he feels his peak rush over him. There is no stopping it, it’s just too intense. He feels himself clench around Ronan’s length as a deep moan rumbles in his chest. His hips rock into his husband’s hand as his spend erupts from his twitching cock. His whole body is trembling from the sheer magnitude of his climax, and he swears there are stars dancing in his vision.
“Gods, Ronan…what have you done to me?” A blissed-out smile comes to Björn’s face as his head rocks back and forth in awe.
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“I won’t stop,” Ronan drawls lowly, still looking into the Northman’s eyes with a dangerously fervent gaze. His dark eyes drift to his lips before catching him in another passionate kiss in between Björn’s ragged breaths.
“Yes. Fuck.” Ronan says between gritted teeth. As Björn caves around him he’s so fucking beautiful. The prince tries to hold back, but it’s impossible the way he milks his cock. Ronan squeezes the head of Bjorn’s cock until he’s whimpering, his own release cascading over his body as he cums inside him.
“Oh god, fuck…”
Moaning into another kiss, Ronan trails his lips in a frenzy past the Northman’s lips and to his jaw and neck, worshipping him every single way he can.
“Don’t question it…” Ronan snickers, his voice still low and sensual. He rolls over and spoons behind Bjorn, wrapping his arms around him.
“I love you, my precious warrior.”
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Basking in the bliss his husband bestowed upon him, Björn lets out a pleasured hum. His heart drumming in his chest as Ronan peppers his skin with kisses. He can still feel his cock twitching against his belly as he slowly comes down from the utter rapture he was swept up in.
The warrior lets out a soft snicker when his husband tells him to not question it. “Alright, love…it was just mesmerizing.”
As Ronan rolls off him and settles against his back, Bjorn sighs at the warmth of his body as a content feeling comes over him. The warrior’s arm drapes behind him, holding Ronan close to him.
“I love you, my darling prince.”
“…and if I ever do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. In plain words that a man with a thick skull might understand. Gods know, sometimes I have a thick skull.” Björn softly chuckles at himself.
“I will never be upset or angry with you for doing that. I want you to feel safe, and loved when we are together, I never want you to do anything that doesn’t feel right. Your happiness matters the most to me, because when you are happy, I’m happy.” Björn says with the upmost love in his voice.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
@bjornironsideviking
Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
@ronanofulaid
“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
@bjornironsideviking
Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
@ronanofulaid
As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.
Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.
“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.
“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.
“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.
@bjornironsideviking
Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.
A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.
“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.
“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.
Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”
When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.
“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.
“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”
Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.
“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.
@bjornironsideviking
A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.
“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.
Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.
“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”
He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.
@ronanofulaid
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”
The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.
“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.
And you say I’m the minx? Damn.
“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.
“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.
“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.
@bjornironsideviking
The soothing motions of Ronan’s hand caressing his back and his words reminds Björn to breathe. He nods his head, a sheepish smile on his face as he looks back at his husband. It just feels so good that it steals his breath away. A flush spreads out on his chest at his love’s praise
Björn rocks back on Ronan’s length as needy moans fall from his lips. It’s like he can’t get close enough even though he knows his husband is buried deep inside him. The fullness inside him is the most exquisite feeling. His cock is aching as it hangs between his legs, throbbing from the pleasure coursing through him.
“You are the amazing one, Ronan. The way you make me feel. The way you love me.” Björn purrs as he looks over his shoulder at his lover. Seeing the dark haze in Ronan’s eyes from the pleasure he is feeling sends a flutter in Björn’s stomach.
As Ronan guides him to his back, a big smile takes over his face. This is what he needs. To see the pleasure on his husband’s face as he takes him. To feel the warmth of his body against his. As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Björn lets out a little hum of pleasure as his arm wraps around his love. A soft gasp escapes the Northman as his prince sinks inside him once again, moans quickly following as he gets swept up in the passion between them.
“I did…Gods, did I need this…” Björn smiles as guides Ronan in another kiss. The bliss surrounding his heart is unfathomable. It’s like every nerve ending in his body is tingling, and it’s all because of the love he shares with his husband.
Björn head rolls back into the furs as Ronan continues thrusting in and out of him. The slow burn of his motions lighting an inferno inside of the warrior. The slight friction of Ronan’s belly against his throbbing cock only adding to the sheer rapture in his body.
“Gods, you feel so good, Ronan…” Björn husks. “I love it when you take me like this.”
@ronanofulaid
The prince watches intently as Björn’s head arches into the furs, tempering his motions despite the absolute heat coursing through his veins. When the Northman says he loves it, Ronan beams even despite his flushed, fervent expressions.
“You love it? Good…” the prince purrs, kissing Bjorn’s nose before his lips bow down to his neck. He gives him steady, slower thrusts to keep him nice and calm. It’s a slippery slope between overwhelmed and enamored, surely. At least for Ronan it is.
Dragging his hand against the Northman’s muscles, he squeezes his chest, and anywhere he can get his hands on. His husband is so damn impressive, and he feels so good like this. Even his natural scent gets the prince hot with desire. His hand eventually lands upon his lover’s jaw, using it to tilt his head so he can look up into Ronan’s dark eyes.
“You are alright?” The prince asks with tender concern. “Just use your words for me, yes? If you need to…”
Before Björn can reply, Ronan is wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him up and down. He looks intently into the Northman’s beautiful blue eyes to assure himself that his lover is okay just in case Björn can’t form words in this moment. Surely he’s going to have such a shuddering peak, but the prince will coax him through it gently. As Björn jumps a little at the combined sensations, Ronan gives him a charming grin.
“Yes, babe… fuck. You have me throbbing inside you. Gods, it’s so good…
I’m going to cum so fucking hard. I just want you shudderin’ beneath me first.”
@bjornironsideviking
A smile curls Björn’s lips as Ronan places a kiss on his nose. Such a sweet gesture that instantly has his heart fluttering. Gods, his husband is so adorable, and loving, and the warrior eats up every bit of it.
The steady thrusts his husband gives him has his core humming in response. The pleasure spreading out through his body has him floating on a cloud. He places one of his hands possessively on his husband’s thigh, feeling the rippling of his muscles as he pumps himself inside him. His other hand caresses up Ronan’s side, marveling at the definition of his new muscles and the strength behind them. A soft sigh escapes his mouth as Ronan returns his caresses with his own. He loves it when his husband squeezes his muscles almost possessively, like he is claiming him as his. When Ronan’s hand settles on his jaw, tilting his blue eyes to his dark ones, the warrior gives him a adoring look.
“I-I’m better than alright…” Björn stutters out as his husband takes his cock in his hand. “I-I feel amazing.”
Gods, the dual sensation of feeling Ronan deep inside him, and now the stroking of his cock is almost more than Björn can bear. He feels himself hurling dangerously close to the edge, as his hands quickly grip the furs beneath him.
“Gods…” he pants out, as he tries to stave off his release for just a little bit longer, biting his lip to try to distract himself.
“Don’t…don’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good…” Björn rasps between ragged breaths
“Oh, fuck…Ronan…” the warrior says with a hint of surprise in his voice as he feels his peak rush over him. There is no stopping it, it’s just too intense. He feels himself clench around Ronan’s length as a deep moan rumbles in his chest. His hips rock into his husband’s hand as his spend erupts from his twitching cock. His whole body is trembling from the sheer magnitude of his climax, and he swears there are stars dancing in his vision.
“Gods, Ronan…what have you done to me?” A blissed-out smile comes to Björn’s face as his head rocks back and forth in awe.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
@askuhtredragnarson @bjornironsideviking
“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
@ronanofulaid
“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
@askuhtredragnarson
“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
@ronanofulaid
“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
@ronanofulaid
“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
@bjornironsideviking
The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
@bjornironsideviking
Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
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Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
@ronanofulaid
As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.
Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.
“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.
“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.
“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.
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Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.
A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.
“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.
“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.
Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”
When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.
“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.
“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”
Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.
“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.
@bjornironsideviking
A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.
“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.
Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.
“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”
He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.
@ronanofulaid
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”
The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.
“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.
And you say I’m the minx? Damn.
“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.
“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.
“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.
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The soothing motions of Ronan’s hand caressing his back and his words reminds Björn to breathe. He nods his head, a sheepish smile on his face as he looks back at his husband. It just feels so good that it steals his breath away. A flush spreads out on his chest at his love’s praise
Björn rocks back on Ronan’s length as needy moans fall from his lips. It’s like he can’t get close enough even though he knows his husband is buried deep inside him. The fullness inside him is the most exquisite feeling. His cock is aching as it hangs between his legs, throbbing from the pleasure coursing through him.
“You are the amazing one, Ronan. The way you make me feel. The way you love me.” Björn purrs as he looks over his shoulder at his lover. Seeing the dark haze in Ronan’s eyes from the pleasure he is feeling sends a flutter in Björn’s stomach.
As Ronan guides him to his back, a big smile takes over his face. This is what he needs. To see the pleasure on his husband’s face as he takes him. To feel the warmth of his body against his. As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Björn lets out a little hum of pleasure as his arm wraps around his love. A soft gasp escapes the Northman as his prince sinks inside him once again, moans quickly following as he gets swept up in the passion between them.
“I did…Gods, did I need this…” Björn smiles as guides Ronan in another kiss. The bliss surrounding his heart is unfathomable. It’s like every nerve ending in his body is tingling, and it’s all because of the love he shares with his husband.
Björn head rolls back into the furs as Ronan continues thrusting in and out of him. The slow burn of his motions lighting an inferno inside of the warrior. The slight friction of Ronan’s belly against his throbbing cock only adding to the sheer rapture in his body.
“Gods, you feel so good, Ronan…” Björn husks. “I love it when you take me like this.”
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
@bjornironsideviking
Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
@ronanofulaid
As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.
Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.
“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.
“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.
“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.
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Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.
A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.
“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.
“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.
Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”
When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.
“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.
“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”
Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.
“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.
@bjornironsideviking
A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.
“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.
Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.
“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”
He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
@ronanofulaid
“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
@bjornironsideviking
The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
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Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
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As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.
Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.
“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.
“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.
“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.
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Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.
A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.
“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.
“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.
Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”
When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.
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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
@bjornironsideviking
“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
@ronanofulaid
Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
@bjornironsideviking
Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
@ronanofulaid
And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
@bjornironsideviking
Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
@bjornironsideviking
He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
@ronanofulaid
“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
@bjornironsideviking
“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
@bjornironsideviking
When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
@ronanofulaid
Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
@bjornironsideviking
Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
@ronanofulaid
“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.
“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.
“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.
Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.
“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.
“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”
@bjornironsideviking
Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed.
Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."
The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.
Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
@ronanofulaid
“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
@askuhtredragnarson
“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
@ronanofulaid
“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
@ronanofulaid
“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.
“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.
“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.
“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.
“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”
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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.
“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.
“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.
A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.
“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.
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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
@bjornironsideviking
“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
@ronanofulaid
Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
@bjornironsideviking
Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
@ronanofulaid
And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
@bjornironsideviking
Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
@bjornironsideviking
He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
@bjornironsideviking
“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.
“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.
Fuck…
Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.
“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.
@bjornironsideviking
When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.
“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.
“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.
This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.
“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
@askuhtredragnarson @bjornironsideviking
“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
@askuhtredragnarson
“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
@ronanofulaid
“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
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He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”
Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.
“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”
Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.
“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.
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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.
Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.
“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.
Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.
“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.
“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
@bjornironsideviking
“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
@bjornironsideviking
“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
@ronanofulaid
Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
@bjornironsideviking
Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
@ronanofulaid
And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
@bjornironsideviking
Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
@ronanofulaid
Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.
“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.
“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.
“… I think I just need a little time.”
Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.
@bjornironsideviking
He won’t even look at me…
Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him.
“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.
“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.
Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time.
“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.
Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
@ronanofulaid
Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
@ronanofulaid
“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?
Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.
“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.
“I need some air first.”
Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?
Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.
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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.
“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.
Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.
“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.
“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.
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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
@askuhtredragnarson
“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
@ronanofulaid
When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.
“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.
“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.
“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.
“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”
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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.
As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”
“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”
“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.
“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”
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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
@bjornironsideviking
As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
@bjornironsideviking
The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
@ronanofulaid
As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
@bjornironsideviking
“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
@bjornironsideviking
Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
@ronanofulaid
Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
@ronanofulaid
Help me?
“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?
“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.
“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.
“… you love me, don’t you?”
@bjornironsideviking
“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.
When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.
“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”
As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.
It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.
@ronanofulaid
Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
@askuhtredragnarson
“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
@ronanofulaid
“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
@bjornironsideviking
Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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Damn.
The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.
As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.
“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.
“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.
“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”
There’s no fucking way.
“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”
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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.
A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”
“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.
“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”
When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.
“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.
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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.
“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.
“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.
“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”
“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.
“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”
Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”
“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”
Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”
Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”
“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.
“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”
“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.
“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”
Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”
“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.
“Servitude, like your King maybe.”
“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”
Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.
“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.
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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.
To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.
“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”
“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.
“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”
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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.
“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.
“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”
Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”
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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.
“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.
“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”
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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.
“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.
“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”
To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.
“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.
Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.
“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.
“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”
“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.
“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”
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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…
Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.
“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.
“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.
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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.
Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.
“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”
“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.
“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.
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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.
Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.
“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.
“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.
Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.
“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.
“Damn, smells so good in here…”
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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.
“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.
While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.
“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.
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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.
“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”
Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.
“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.
“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”
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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.
“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.
“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”
Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.
“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”
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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.
“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.
“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.
“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.
“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”
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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.
Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”
“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.
“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”
Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”
“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.
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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.
“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.
“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…
But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”
As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.
“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.
“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!
Care to join me?” He smiles.
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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.
“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?
At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.
“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.
Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.
“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.
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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.
As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.
“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.
“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.
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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.
Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.
Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.
The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.
“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”
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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.
The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.
Fuck.
“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.
“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”
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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.
“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.
Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.
“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”
Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.
“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.
You’ll think, insatiable hunger…
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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.
“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.
“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.
“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.
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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.
“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.
Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.
“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.
Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.
“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.
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