R18 scene: May 2024.

WARNING: this post contains R18 (image + text).

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

Canon? Yes. This happens right after the first scene of chapter 19.

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Yule felt like a little monster. He had never hit anyone before, let alone in front of Ragnar. But the wolf played it down, took him in his arms and treated him with his usual gentleness.

"What would you do to me then?" he asked making Yule's heart race.

"Lock the door."

"Your wish is my command."

Ragnar obeyed and locked the door, pressing Yule against it to kiss him again. Yule wrapped his legs around his waist, pinned between Ragnar's arms and the thick wood.

The kiss became deeper and more aggressive. Yule thrust his tongue in wanting to devour him while the pressure of Ragnar's torso against his crotch made his blood pump in a very specific direction. It was very hot and Yule could only think of undressing him, of having his huge naked body on him while he penetrated him until his thoughts vanished.

Ragnar smiled between kisses as he noticed how Yule pressed rhythmically against him, seeking pleasure.

"How do you want us to do it? Today you're in charge," he said looking at him with such sweetness and desire that Yule almost managed to forget that only a few minutes ago Axel had been in that room.

Axel.

"On your chair," he replied as he continued to give him kisses and suck on his neck. He had hated seeing Axel in Ragnar's chair. He had no right to sit there, the spot from which Wild Beast was ruled. Yule was going to make sure there was no trace of his scent left in that place.

Without letting go of Yule, Ragnar walked to sit behind his office desk as usual, but with a sex-starved kitten sitting astride his pelvis. Yule reached under his sweater to touch his muscles and caress his broad back. God, he loved how big he was. Ragnar rested his elbows on the armrest of the chair and looked up at him with a smile as he let himself be done.

"You said I was yours, so do whatever you want with me."

Yule swallowed hard. He had said that to Axel to mark territory, and having Ragnar confirm that he was right gave him more confidence. He rose to kneel between Ragnar's legs and spread little kisses across his stomach as his mate breathed harder. His hands had become very dexterous unbuttoning his pants, and it didn't take him long to open them to reveal the huge bulge between Ragnar's thighs.

He looked into Ragnar's eyes with his member just inches from his mouth and bit his lower lip.

"This is what I want to do," he whispered and then ran his tongue slowly over his member. Ragnar squeezed the armrests with his hands and let out a sharp intake of breath as he watched Yule give him pleasure with his mouth on the chair he sat on to work every day.

"I don't want anyone else doing these things to you," Yule thought. "I don't want that bastard to even imagine it."

"Nh, Yule..."

Ragnar's moans were music to his ears. He wanted to give him more, wanted to make him see stars.

Ragnar rested his forehead on one of his hands and he placed the other gently on Yule's hair. He closed his eyes and began to breathe harder and harder. Yule could feel every muscle in his body contracting every time the tip of his member reached the back of his throat.

"I love it when you do this.... Nh..."

"Then I'll do it to you a thousand times," Yule thought in higher spirits than he had just minutes ago.

He kept going a little longer, but he didn't want Ragnar to reach his orgasm yet. Not without having him inside him.

Yule stood up and took off his pants to straddle Ragnar on the chair again. He held his member in his hand to find the angle he needed to impale himself on it and proceeded, slowly bouncing on top of him.

"Ah...Ah..." Yule began to pant and Ragnar gripped his hips firmly as he looked into his eyes and let him do it at his own pace. Always so concerned about Yule being as comfortable as possible....

Yule kissed him on the lips as he kept bouncing on his lap, adjusting his muscles around Ragnar's thick erection. Their tongues intertwined passionately amid moans as the pace became increasingly hurried and eager.

Ragnar got up from the chair holding Yule, pushed all the books on the table to the floor and laid him down on it to continue penetrating him, this time taking the initiative.

He held Yule's legs with both hands while his hip thrusts did the rest of the work.

"Yule... Yule..."

He loved it when Ragnar said his name, especially during sex. It made him feel wanted, safe and present.

"I am yours Ragnar... Ah... Ah..."

Yule gripped the edge of the table tightly with one hand, and with the other he began to stimulate his member, seeking his orgasm. This seemed to excite Ragnar even more, who began to thrust against his buttocks more frantically.

Waves of pleasure made it hard to keep his eyes open, but Yule wanted to watch him, wanted to see the moment when he climaxed and unloaded all his seed inside him.

It didn't take long for that to happen. After a few deep thrusts, Ragnar's fingers sank into Yule's thighs, squeezing them tightly as his orgasm exploded between his legs and he stifled a grunt of pleasure. Now Yule closed his eyes and quickened the pace of his hand to reach his own orgasm. He came when Ragnar used his huge hand to help him, masturbating him while his member still rested inside of Yule.

"'Aaah...! Ragnar...!"

Yule raised his voice, possessed by the pleasure of his partner's fingers stroking his member. Anyone passing by the hallway could hear him, but at that moment Yule couldn't care less. He gasped until he finished and Ragnar reached for a handkerchief from a drawer in his desk to wipe him clean.

"I love you, Yule. Don't you ever forget that."

Yule caught his breath, but he was deeply tired. Ragnar took him back into his arms and sat back in the chair with Yule on top of him, stroking his hair.

He had hit a guest, and he had done it in front of Ragnar, but it had all ended with Ragnar making love to him on the desk. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad day after all. Maybe he hadn't been such a bad boy if he had received such a prize.

"You should remind me every day like this," Yule smiled, hiding his face in Ragnar's neck.

"Gladly," he replied, and though Yule couldn't see his face, he knew his smile was as wide as his own.

All was well. They were fine.

For the moment.

THE END.