September 2025 +18 scene.

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

Canon? No. It's the third chapter of the mafia AU.

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It had been three months since Ragnar had managed to get Yule out of Owen's mansion and he had been hiding him ever since. He knew Owen wouldn't stop until he had him back; not because he loved him, but because he considered him his possession. So Yule had gone from being locked up in a luxurious mansion to being locked up in a small flat with just one bedroom and a small office. The place belonged to Nazka, one of Ragnar's best friends. It wasn't ideal, but for the moment it was the safest place they had.

Ragnar looked up from his papers to look at the white cat sitting on the windowsill. Yule, clad only in a shirt too long for his size (it belonged to the owner of the flat who was clearly much bigger than him), seemed absorbed in the view of the city from that height, from that new glass box.

Ragnar approached Yule, hating the idea that he, too, was holding Yule hostage in the space he had seen fit.

Yule turned to face him when he felt Ragnar's fingers stroking his hair, and his cold, distant gaze changed instantly. The corners of his lips curved into a smile, his cheeks flushed and Ragnar could almost hear a purr.

"Are you done with work? I didn't want to disturb you," Yule said, holding Ragnar's hand against his cheek so he wouldn't push it away.

"You never bother me," Ragnar replied, smiling back.

Yule was already quite a bit shorter than Ragnar as it was, so the height difference was even more apparent when he was sitting down. Suddenly Ragnar was acutely aware of the angle from which he was looking at him, and a memory crept into his head uninvited: Yule on his knees on the floor, giving him a blowjob. It was the first time they had ever had sex.

Ragnar turned his eyes quickly to the window, embarrassed and trying to get Yule out of his line of sight to avoid getting an erection precisely at his eye level.

There was silence, and Ragnar was afraid to look down and be betrayed by a bulge in his trousers. With Yule it was very difficult to hold back.

Yule stood up and Ragnar felt grateful and relieved.

"Kiss me," the cat said drawing his visual attention back with some surprise. "If you want me, kiss me."

Ragnar had wanted to say something: that he wanted him all the time, that he loved him so badly that sometimes his heart ached, that Yule could ask him for anything he wanted and he would give it to him even if it cost him his life. But it was too many words and his body, hungry, moved faster. He had barely opened his mouth for air when he had already bent down to take him in his arms and kiss him.

"Nh..." Yule moaned against his lips, rising on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around his neck. Their tongues intertwined so eagerly that Ragnar was no longer in any doubt as to whether or not he was getting an erection.

He lifted Yule by his buttocks as he wrapped his legs around his waist and carried him to the armchair at his desk, sitting with him on his lap. That he was so scantily clad was ideal for access to his skin, and Ragnar secretly thanked Nazka for letting him use his wardrobe.

The thanks were short-lived. As if summoned, Ragnar's mobile phone began to ring with his friend's name glowing on the screen. If it had been anyone else he would have ignored it, but Nazka was the one bringing him information about Owen's movements, so it was important. With great effort, he broke the kiss with Yule, who was left breathing heavily straddling his lap.

"Excuse me, I must answer," he said haltingly, and Yule nodded with the face of an abandoned kitten.

Ragnar picked up the phone, hoping it was something really important.

"Hey, Ragnar, how's it going?"

"Great," he replied with annoyance.

"Am I bothering you? I'd say I am. What are you doing?" Nazka's voice sounded amused, as if he was very clear on the answer.

"Working. Do you have any new information on...?"

Before Ragnar could finish the sentence, Yule began kissing his neck and pulling his shirt open to caress his chest. Ragnar forgot what he was saying, finding it very difficult to focus on the phone conversation.

"Nothing new, so far we seem to have thrown them off. You're breathing a little hard to be just working, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't have anything else to say I'm going to go back to my task, okay?" Ragnar knew his arousal showed in his voice, especially when Yule got off his lap and spread his legs to kneel between them on the floor.

"Go back to your task? Oh, Ragnar, you don't know how proud I am of you."

What are you talk-" Ragnar stifled a grunt as Yule took his member into his mouth. He did it slowly but deeply, or at least as deep as Ragnar's size would allow. Ragnar thought that if this was torture for locking Yule up, he wanted that punishment more than anything else in the world.

"I'm proud that you're honest with how you feel and that you have no shame in fornicating with your little friend in my flat. That place has seen it all, so don't be shy and let me know how it goes."

"BYE," Ragnar replied into the phone, though he had actually hung up before he spoke. He could almost imagine Nazka laughing on the other end.

Yule looked up at him from below with clearly faked innocence.

"Did it bother you?" he asked him blinking just a little faster than his eyes surely demanded. Ragnar put his hand to his forehead and suppressed a smile.

"You know I can't hold back now, don't you?" he replied determinedly, and Yule swallowed audibly as he nodded his head.

"Come here then."

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The sky outside was dark, but the city lights illuminated the window pane as Ragnar took Yule tightly on the chair. His moans filled the room, making Ragnar hear nothing else. Yule had his knees digging into the chair cushion, gripping the back of the chair tightly with his bandaged fingers as Ragnar thrust into him, wanting to get all the built up tension out and explode inside Yule.

"Ragnar... Ragnar... Ah... Aah..."

Ragnar closed his eyes in an attempt to control himself. He couldn't afford to hurt him, but he was finding it hard not to press harder when he was so aroused. Yule's sweet voice with each thrust wasn't helping his lack of control.

"Nh... I love you..." he told him almost without being able to think. His body was taking over his mind in the rhythm of fornication: faster and faster, more and more frantic.

"Anh... Ah... I also... Ah...!"

Yule couldn't finish his reply, but Ragnar understood it all the same. His orgasm made the tight muscles around Ragnar's member throb, setting off an explosion of pleasure that had Ragnar arching his back and digging his fingers into his waist to brace himself as his own climax filled Yule with his seed. Ragnar gasped, feeling Yule's heat in his crotch and deep inside him.

When he finally finished and pulled out of him, the sight could not have been more beautiful and erotic. Yule lay back on the chair with his huge shirt almost untucked, revealing much of his bare skin. His agitated breathing still produced low moans.

Ragnar took him in his arms and Yule dropped his head on his shoulder, clearly exhausted. Ragnar kissed his forehead as he carried him to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and let him relax before going to sleep.

He helped him remove his shirt (more for the pleasure of it than out of necessity, as there were barely a couple of buttons left in place) and held his hand as Yule stepped into the tub. Seeing that he wouldn't let go, Ragnar sat down on the floor beside him and distributed slow, heartfelt kisses through his hair as Yule closed his eyes with burning cheeks and a small smile. Ragnar hoped the water was perfect for him.

"I love you, Ragnar," he said, stroking his hand without letting go. "Thank you for loving me like this."

Ragnar felt a pressure in his chest. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, caress him, protect him. But they'd had enough emotions that day and it was time for Yule to relax, so he wouldn't break the moment. He just kissed his cheek slowly as he whispered to him.

"Don't thank me for something I couldn't help if my life depended on it."

Yule chuckled softly and it softened Ragnar's heart.

Someday they would stop hiding and Yule would be free. Maybe that would still take some time, but at least Ragnar was certain that Yule was well and happy. Nothing mattered more than that.

"I love you," Ragnar said softly.

Head to head, the two sat there for a while longer, enjoying every second of being together before ending another day of uncertainty and tension, but also of companionship and love. They were alright.

THE END.