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#1. Ubba Ragnarsson
The thrill of battle always thrummed through their veins in their victory, sharing mead and merriment with friends and allies. The mead was flowing generously, Eivor watching his men be loud and drunk with the best of Ubba Ragnarsson’s men, who were still blood spattered and rowdy. He cast his eyes over the longhouse, watching arm wrestling, Orlog battles, drinking games and general rough-housing until his eyes found Ubba’s across the room. The elder Ragnarsson watched him intently, taking a drink from his horn, resting against one of the structural beams of the longhouse. The heat in his gaze warmed Eivor from his very depths and he took a drink of his own before he slid out of his chair. He made his way across the room, Ubba’s gaze never leaving his own. He moved between their men swiftly, accepting pats to his shoulder on the way by, shouts of his name, toasts made in his and Ubba’s honour as leaders, but he continued forward with small smiles until he was standing in front of the large Ragnarsson. Ubba looked down at him, taking another drink from his horn as he watched him.
“Do I have something on my face?” Eivor asked with a smirk. “You stare so intently. Do you desire something?” Eivor knew what he was doing by asking that question, just as Ubba growled gently in his throat, the horn in his hand creaking under the strain of his grip.
“You know well what I desire, Wolf-Kissed,” Ubba said, his voice low and hoarse so he was unheard by the men nearby, with a very intense look up and down the length of Eivor’s body. The larger man stepped into Eivor’s personal space, looking down at the smaller man. “Come with me …” Ubba threw the rest of the mead down his neck before discarding of the horn in his hand before he headed to the exit of the longhouse. Eivor hung back a moment before he was following the bigger man. Who was he to turn down the chance to spend the night with Ubba Ragnarsson, if that was indeed what he was offering? Ivarr had gone to the brothel in the town, stating that he would plow anything that breathed that night. Eivor knew he wasn’t lying when he said that and silently pitied whatever man or woman he ended up with. He’d had his fill of blood for the day, now it was time for pleasure. Eivor continued to follow Ubba to a large tent where they were camped and, once they were inside, Eivor found himself crowded against the material of the tent, Ubba’s large hands on him, the wide expanse of his chest in front of him, the man himself a head taller than Eivor, but the bigger the better for Eivor, and he didn’t just mean what was in his breeches. Ubba’s large hands took hold of his face and suddenly his mouth was taken in a messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else, Eivor trying his hardest to breathe through his nose as Ubba’s tongue filled his mouth; wide, open mouthed kisses. He gripped Ubba’s tattooed forearms to keep his balance as Ubba walked him backwards, his arse bumping into the table covered in maps and letters.
“Ubba …” Eivor groaned against the larger man’s mouth as Ubba’s hand cupped the back of his neck, his fingers tracing the scarring at the base of his neck, before sliding up to the claw marks from the wolf, his blunt fingernails catching slightly on the raised skin, sending a shiver down Eivor’s spine.
“Wolf-Kissed indeed,” he said against Eivor’s mouth before he pulled back for air, Eivor’s jaw aching slightly. “I have thought of nothing else since watching you fight today, nothing else other than bending you over and plowing you so hard that you’ll be reminded of me every time you get into your horse’s saddle.” Eivor’s cock twitched in his breeches at the words coming out of Ubba’s mouth. Odin’s beard, he wanted that. He wanted nothing more. Ubba’s fingers went to the clasp of his own cloak and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor, letting Eivor admire the expanse of the man in front of him. His chest was broad beneath all the leather he wore, his arms dark with markings and tattoos, his forearms also wrapped in leather. There was something god-like about him. “Off …” Ubba said, suddenly pulling on his tunic. Eivor did as he was asked, weapons shed, furs next before his tunic joined the pile building up next to them. Ubba simply watched, breathing a little heavier as his eyes roamed Eivor’s body, taking in his bare chest, also tattooed heavily and muscular before his eyes found the visible tent in his breeches. He stepped into Eivor’s personal space again, attacking his mouth as Eivor’s hand pressed hard against his cock, Ubba groaning against him as he was fondled roughly through his breeches. He felt Eivor’s hands pull at the belts and laces of his breeches before he was turning them round, pressing Ubba up against the table and sinking to his knees with a smirk. Ubba’s nostrils flared, his eyes widening as he watched Eivor, the thrill of what came next heightening his senses. He was bared to the cool air mere moments later but the heat from Eivor’s mouth replaced it as he took his cock deep. His knuckles went white as he grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, the other sliding though the short hair on the top of Eivor’s head, before scratching gently at the shaved sides and back up again. Eivor groaned softly, sliding his tongue against the underside of Ubba’s large cock, taking him in the best he could, until his nose was buried in the thick, wiry hair at the base of it. Ubba gave soft grunts of encouragement, grasping that little bit harder at Eivor’s hair as the smaller man sucked his cock, one hand cupping his large balls before sliding round the shaft, gripping it tight at the base, and the other gripped tightly at his bare hip beneath the leather of his tunic.
“You have a filthy mouth, Wolf-Kissed,” Ubba breathed out, his head falling back slightly as Eivor pulled off his cock for a moment, tongue circling the flushed head, tasting the dribble of fluid leaking from the end. Ubba smelled intoxicating, the sweat from battle still clinging lightly to his skin, leather and spice. Eivor took him back into his mouth the best he could, bobbing his head up and down on the length, feeling himself drooling slightly as he tried to accommodate his large cock. He tried to take in the rest of it, until the head was touching the back of his throat and he fought not to gag. Ubba was panting above him, trying his hardest not to buck his hips and choke Eivor, his grip on his hair bordering on painful now before he was moaning for Eivor to stop, begging him almost. Eivor pulled back, gasping from breath, wrapping his hand around the spit-soaked length.
“Never took you for a begging man, Ubba …” Eivor said with a smirk, wiping his chin of saliva, before he was hauled to his feet and pulled in for a bruising kiss.
“You’ll never catch a Ragnarsson begging,” Ubba said, biting at Eivor’s bottom lip before he switched their positions again, Eivor finding himself bent over, chest pressed to the table, Ubba’s hand pressing between his shoulder blades to hold him down. Ubba pressed his hips against Eivor’s clothed arse, the smaller man pushing back, feeling him solid against him. If Eivor could have gotten any harder, he would have.
“ Fuck me, Ubba …”
“Now who’s begging?” Ubba answered with a deep laugh before he hauled Eivor’s breeches down his legs, bunching at his knees. The elder Ragnarsson took in the soft skin of Eivor’s arse, running his hands over the perfectly round cheeks, just as muscular and firm as the rest of him. “You are a fine piece of work, Wolf-Kissed. Any man or woman would be lucky to have you, but here you are, bent over for me. The gods are smiling on me this day.” His fingers traced the ink of the tattoo that wrapped around Eivor’s body and up his spine before he bent down to kiss down the length of it, his fingers grasping roughly at his arse. The salt tang of Eivor’s sweaty skin was present on his tongue, nipping the skin to mark him.
“Ubba, enough …” Eivor said, muffled slightly as he bowed his head down against his balled fists on the table. Ubba gave a sharp slap to Eivor’s arse, making the drengr’s whole body jump at the shock. Ubba sank to his knees, his fingers grasping at Eivor’s arse again, parting his cheeks before he dove right in with his tongue, Eivor crying out louder than he intended at the touch against his hole. Ubba feasted on him like he was the last meal he’d ever have, encouraged more by the sounds Eivor was making, the scratching of his blunt nails against the table, the crumpling of maps and letters beneath his chest, marking the parchment with the sweat that was building on the warrior’s body. Ubba stood quickly again, sucking two of his fingers quickly before he ran them between Eivor’s cheeks, pressing gently at his hole until one finger breached him, Eivor’s shoulders tensing for a moment, until Ubba ran his free hand up his back, curling it over his shoulder and squeezing in reassurance. His cock twitched, heavy between his legs as he watched his finger disappear inside Eivor’s body, his greedy hole swallowing it up, before he pulled back out and pushed back in again. Eivor’s body was heaving for breath, Ubba’s name falling from his lips.
“I will not break, Ubba …” Eivor said. “Harder.” Ubba smirked at the back of Eivor’s head, looking at the scars that littered his skin. He soon had two fingers inside the warrior, Eivor’s knuckles whitening at how tightly his fists were balled before he cried out loudly when Ubba’s large fingers crooked inside him, white hot pleasure coursing through him. “Ubba …” The elder Ragnarsson pulled his fingers free before he spat on his other hand, running it over his still-slightly wet cock, slicking it up the best he could with what he had before he pressed into Eivor, the smaller man groaning so sinfully it would make a whore blush. The first slide of Ubba’s cock into Eivor’s tight arse was slow, Ubba running a hand over Eivor’s back, to calm the tense set of his shoulders as he continued to push deeper, watching his cock disappear into the smaller man’s body. “ Ubba …” His name fell brokenly from the drengr’s lips, Ubba unable to hide the smirk of satisfaction. Eivor bowed his head against his fists again, biting at the the side of his hand as he felt himself stretch around Ubba, the bigger man going too slow on purpose, making Eivor tremble beneath him.
“You’re so tight, Wolf-Kissed,” he groaned, now balls deep in the other man, hips pressed flush against his arse before he leaned over him, hands grasping at his wrists to hold them close together, body draped across his back, biting the top of his ear before he began moving inside the other man. Eivor let out what could only be described as a whimper, but he’d never admit that. Ubba began slow, far too slow for Eivor’s liking. He wanted a hard pounding against the table after the heat of battle and it was almost like Ubba read his mind because the next moment, Ubba was moving ruthlessly inside him, allowing him hardly any time to breath. Ubba was large around him, large inside him, large in everyway possible and Eivor had never wanted anything more. Ubba pushed himself up from Eivor’s back, taking his hips in his hands and pulled him against his cock. Eivor cursed and cried out, his own cock trapped between his stomach and the table. Ubba grunted and growled behind him, above him, all around him. He could hear him, he could feel him, smell him, everything was just Ubba and Eivor pushed his hips back to meet Ubba’s every forwards thrust, his cock brushing that area inside of him that had stars shooting across his vision.
“ Ubba … Ubba, stop,” Eivor said suddenly and the other man came to a halt almost immediately, his cock throbbing inside him.
“What …?”
“No …” Eivor cut him off. “Nothing, just let me turn round. Let me look at you.” Ubba pulled himself from the smaller man’s body and pulled Eivor up, letting him turn, kissing him almost immediately as he slipped his hands under his thighs and hoisted him up onto the table before he lay back on his elbows. He brought up his legs and Ubba made quick work Eivor’s boots and breeches, adding them to the pile of clothes on the ground, leaving the smaller man very much naked while Ubba remained completely clothed. Eivor brought his knees up to his chest, spreading hs legs for Ubba, who groaned deeply at the sight in front of him. He gave his cock a few firm strokes before he moved back between Eivor’s legs, pushing back into him, the drengr’s head falling back, his upper chest and cheeks flushed red with warmth. Everything after that was fast, hard, the sound of damp skin slapping against damp skin, Eivor’s pleasure filled moans, Ubba’s grunts and groans as he pounded into the smaller man. Eivor reached for Ubba, wrapping an arm around his neck to hold him close, and hold on for dear life, Ubba’s mouth claiming his own again, kissing him soundly, taking Eivor’s flushed, leaking cock in his hand. They knew the sounds of their union would be heard all over the camp but they didn’t care, Eivor’s fingers gripped the leather of Ubba’s armour at his shoulders, Ubba leaning him back a little as he wrapped an arm around his back, grasping at him tightly, the other stroking his cock between their bodies until Eivor came all over Ubba’s hand and his own belly. His muscles spasmed and he trembled in Ubba’s hold as Ubba continued to take his pleasure from him, before he buried his face in Eivor’s neck, give a few final hard thrusts, Eivor feeling him throb inside him as he let go, filling him up. Ubba stilled, pressing his hands to the table at either side of Eivor’s hips as he breathed harshly against the drengr’s neck. Eivor’s hand came up to his head, grasping the hair at the back of it, trying his hardest to get his breath back. The air was warm, the maps and letters crumpled beneath them as Ubba finally pulled back to look at Eivor, who took his mouth in a kiss, softer than any they had previously shared that evening. Ubba pulled out and Eivor groaned softly at the loss against the bigger man’s lips.
“For fuck sake, I thought someone was getting murdered from the other side of the camp …” Ivarr’s voice suddenly said from behind them. Ubba scrambled to tuck himself back into his breeches, blocking Eivor’s naked body from Ivarr’s view.
“Odin have mercy, Ivarr. What the fuck do you want?” Ubba asked, quickly picking up his cloak from the ground and throwing it over Eivor’s naked lap before he turned to his brother. Ivarr popped a few berries in his mouth as he walked across the tent to sit down, watching them both with an amused expression on his face.
“Didn’t realise you took it, Wolf-Kissed. Strong drengr like you should be doing the plowing, not be plowed by someone else,” Ivarr said, crossing one leg over the other. Ubba growled deep in his throat.
“It does not make me weaker to be on the receiving end, Ivarr …” Eivor said, sliding down off the table, Ubba’s cloak falling to the floor. Ivarr’s eyes roamed his naked body for a few moments, tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. Eivor knew he must be some sight, his belly covered in his own seed, bite marks on his neck and upper chest from Ubba’s mouth, but he didn’t care. Ubba glared at his brother as Eivor went to pick up his clothes, dressing quickly under Ivarr’s gaze. “In fact, there is nothing I love more than being plowed by a man much bigger than me …” He hauled Ubba into another kiss before pulling back and winking at the bigger man, slipping his axe into his belt and heading for the tent exit. “I’ll be in the longhouse, making merry with our men. Do join me when you have a moment.” Ubba watched him walk away before he turned back to Ivarr, glaring daggers at him.
“What is wrong with you?”
“I heard your brutish grunts from across the camp and wanted to see what poor soul was deserving of your attention, brother mine,” Ivarr said, standing from his seat again. “Imagine my surprise to see the Wolf-Kissed being thoroughly fucked by my big brother …”
“You were watching?”
“Not for long …” Ivarr said, almost innocently, like it was something that happened often.
“Are you jealous?” Ubba asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Ivarr’s head turned to him so quickly, Ubba was surprised he didn’t do himself an injury.
“Fuck off …” Ivarr said. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He stalked off from the tent, muttering under his breath. Ubba shook his head and picked up his cloak, putting it round his shoulders and securing the clasp before he followed his brother from the tent, but making for the longhouse. They had a victory to celebrate.