January 2024 R18 scene.

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

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

Canon? No. In this AU Yule is the pet of a mafia leader (Owen) and Ragnar is his bodyguard. This is the second part of this parallel universe (you can read the first part here).

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Yule desired Ragnar with every cell in his body. He had been attracted to him from the moment Owen had hired him to be his bodyguard, but little by little that attraction had turned into obsession. His life was harrowing and torturous, but when Ragnar was near, when he picked him up from any corner to carry him in his arms to bed and tucked him in carefully, Yule felt a warmth in his heart that he was becoming addicted to.

Things had escalated heavily during the Halloween party. He and Ragnar had had sex and Yule had experienced real pleasure for the first time in his life. He wanted more, he needed more... But he didn't know how to ask for it. He had grown up being a servant of others, hiding his desires and letting himself be dominated. The only way Yule knew how to express what he wanted was to ask to be used, but for some reason, that didn't work for Ragnar.

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An alarm sounded in Owen's huge mansion. Yule knew that sound, it was the signal that someone had infiltrated the place and there was some sort of danger. Following protocol, Ragnar took Yule to a room specially designed to protect him: a small bunker that, once inside, could only be opened from his side of the door.

Yule sat quietly on the ornate couch while Ragnar stood leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Don't worry, no one will be able to hurt you here," Ragnar told him in that soft, deep voice that gave him so much peace.

"I'm not worried," he replied. At once the conversation died and there was silence for several minutes.

"This reminds me of when we locked ourselves in a room during the Halloween party," Yule said smiling slightly without looking at him. That memory had been his little amulet ever since.

Ragnar cleared his throat and for a moment said nothing. Then he looked at him intently and Yule noticed how he stifled the words in his throat.

After a pause, Yule began to unbutton his shirt with Ragnar pinning his eyes on him without moving an inch. Had it not been for the way his chest puffed out taking in more air than usual Yule would have thought he had turned to stone.

With his shirt unbuttoned and revealing his naked torso full of scars and marks, Yule lay back on the couch and devoured the wolf with his eyes. Ragnar swallowed audibly, but did not move. What he couldn't control was the erection that began to grow in his tight pants, which Yule, of course, didn't miss either.

"Take me again, Ragnar.... Use my body as you will," he told him with bated breath. He wanted to... He needed to take care of Ragnar's erection. Knowing that he had the power to turn him on and bring him to orgasm gave him immense pleasure.

"No," Ragnar replied, but continued to look at him as if he were imprisoned by a spell.

Yule sighed, frustrated.

"That's not how I want to do it and you know it."

Yule was having a hard time understanding Ragnar. Why did it bother him that Yule was asking to be used? He had always been submissive to Owen and it appeased his anger. The less he complained, the more he did what he was asked, the calmer his life was, so Yule had grown up internalizing that submitting was good. But why wasn't it working with Ragnar?

"I don't know..." Yule hesitated, curling into a ball on the couch, "I don't know how to ask you."

Ragnar walked over to him and knelt beside him. He stroked his hair with one hand and looked at him so tenderly that Yule found it confusing.

"I don't want you to tell me what you think I desire. I want you to tell me what you desire."

Red flag. No good could come of what he was asking. Having desires of his own was wrong. Wanting to satisfy his own sexual desire was abominable. Why was Ragnar asking such things of him? If Yule found the words to express what he wanted, would he humiliate him for it later? He was afraid... Afraid to do something he had never done, afraid to exist. It was easier if Ragnar simply entertained himself for a while with his body. Yule would have been his slave a thousand times over.

Ragnar reached over and kissed him gently. When he pulled away, Yule's cheeks were red as the skin of an apple.

"Do you want me to kiss you again?" he asked softly.

"Yes..." answered Yule with bated breath.

Ragnar obeyed, kissing him more intensely this time. Yule felt his tongue penetrating his lips and took it with relish. The taste of Ragnar intoxicated his thoughts making every cell in his body crave it.

"Ragnar..." moaned Yule between kisses. Ragnar put a hand on his stomach and slowly worked his way down to his crotch.

"Do you want me to touch you?" asked Ragnar, serious but with barely a whisper of a voice.

Yule understood the game. Since he wasn't able to tell him what he wanted, Ragnar was playing guess and ask. Somehow, Yule felt that maybe this way they could indeed find a middle ground.

"Yes... Touch me..."

Ragnar stroked him over his pants and Yule arched his hips to intensify the pressure. He was going crazy, he needed... He didn't know what he needed.

"Nh..."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want me to take your clothes off?"

"Please..."

Yule turned his head to the side and covered his mouth slightly with his fingers as Ragnar unbuttoned his pants to expose his erect member.

"Please... Please..." was all Yule could think, but the only sound he made was his breathing, halfway between a gasp and a moan.

Ragnar wrapped his huge hand around his member and stroked it up and down as he stared at him and sweat began to bead on his cheek.

"Ah... Ah..." Yule moaned completely lost in Ragnar's hand. Sometimes he would give small thrusts against his hand, penetrating deeper into the space between his fingers. When he did so Ragnar bit his lip. He didn't know why, but his bodyguard seemed to like him doing it.

"Ragnar... Ragnar..."

Ragnar climbed onto the couch placing his knees between Yule's legs.

"Is he going to penetrate me?" thought Yule with a shudder and his whole body begged for it.

But Ragnar didn't do it. He simply bent his head and pressed his lips gently against Yule's member as if kissing it. His heart flipped at the unexpected gesture.

"Remember what you did to me at the Halloween party?" asked Ragnar as he planted small kisses along his erection, making Yule shudder.

"I want to taste you... Do you want me to taste you, Yule?"

Yule brought his hands to Ragnar's head to hold it against his member and spread his legs wider to better accommodate him between them.

"Y-yes... Yes..."

No more words were needed. Ragnar opened his mouth and slid his lips down Yule's member as he helped himself with his tongue to caress it. Yule saw stars and his moans of pleasure intensified. Was this how Ragnar had felt when he had done it to him? He felt happy, happy to know that he had been able to give so much pleasure to the person he....

...To the person he loved.

Yule wrapped his legs around Ragnar's back and Ragnar devoured him more intensely, coating his member with saliva and heat.

"Ragnar... Ah...! Ragnar, I'm going to..."

"Do it in my mouth," he answered him as briefly as possible so as not to stop giving him pleasure.

"No... No!" Yule pushed him away and Ragnar stood in shock looking at him.

"Sorry. It's okay if you don't want to, we can do this however you prefer," Ragnar told him catching his breath and speaking to him in an apologetic tone.

"It's not that, it's just that I want to..."

Want. How hard it was to continue that sentence. Was it really okay for him to say it? Wouldn't bad things happen later if he did? He didn't want a beating, he didn't want a scornful look. Not from Ragnar.

As if reading his mind, Ragnar stood over him until their heads were at the same level. He held his face in his hands and smiled so sweetly that Yule felt his eyes tear up.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," he whispered and began to press little kisses to his face and lips.

Yule closed his eyes and took a breath. He was going to jump into the void and was just hoping Ragnar would be down below to scoop him up in his arms.

"...I want to do it to you too. I want us to do it at the same time."

Fear. Panic. The words had come out and he could no longer take them back. Yule turned his head away from looking at Ragnar. If he found repulsion in his eyes he would die.

The next thing he felt was Ragnar's breath on his neck, kissing him.

"You drive me crazy..."

Yule's heart skipped a beat. He felt like he had surfed a huge, deadly wave and made it to the other side safe and sound. A shore where Ragnar wrapped his strong arms around him and made him feel safe.

Ragnar began to undress while looking at Yule intently, and Yule couldn't take his eyes off the muscles of his abdomen that went down to the huge bulge that could be sensed in his pants. Ragnar unzipped them without taking them off and his erect, hard member emerged between his legs. Yule unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips.

Ragnar lay down on the couch and motioned for Yule to come over.

"Lay on me looking on the opposite direction," he told him, and Yule immediately understood what they were going to do. He crawled over to him and positioned himself as best he could on all fours with his knees at Ragnar's sides and his member at the level of his mouth. Without waiting for Ragnar to start, Yule began to lick him up and down like the kitten he was.

"Nh... Your tongue is so warm, Yule..."

Yule playfully curled his tongue up and down Ragnar's thick, long cock as his ears sweetened to the wolf's soft moans. He was so intent on his task that he was caught by surprise when Ragnar took his member between his lips again and continued with the blowjob he had left halfway through earlier. Yule mimicked him and stifled his moans by taking Ragnar's cock into his mouth.

The small sealed room was filled with moans of mouth-filled pleasure as they flicked their tongues at each other. Yule felt himself drowning at times between Ragnar's huge member filling his entire mouth cavity and his own heart racing faster than he supposed would be healthy.

"Nh... Nnh..."

"Ragnar... Ragnar..." he thought as his throat could only emit unintelligible sounds of pleasure. Ragnar held him by the hips, digging his fingers into his buttocks as he took him between his lips masterfully.

Yule squeezed his eyes shut feeling that he could not take it anymore. He felt his orgasm approaching and a little voice inside told him "back off, don't do this," but another interjected, telling him "he wants this as much as you do."

Eventually the second one won. Yule came and felt every muscle in Ragnar's throat swallowing his seed as his hands gripped him tighter and Yule cried with pleasure. Before Yule had finished, Ragnar let out a grunt and something began to spill out into Yule's mouth. He tried to swallow, but it was too much for him and he ended up pulling Ragnar's member out of his mouth to finish stroking him with his hands. Ragnar's semen was warm, like all of him, and Yule ended up stained both on his cheeks and hair. It was a setback he couldn't care less about at that moment: he couldn't think of how to make sure no one saw him in that state on the way to the bathroom so Owen wouldn't find out, he could only think that he was making Ragnar come and that he wanted to do it a thousand times in a thousand ways.

When Ragnar had finished, Yule moved to get off of him and Ragnar wrapped his arms around him until he ended up laying him down on the couch with his huge body on top of him. He covered him with kisses all over as he caught his breath, and a thought began to form strongly in Yule's head.

"Yule..." whispered Ragnar as if he needed to simply say his name out loud.

Yule drew his face with both hands and kissed him as if he wanted to start all over again. Ragnar kept up with him, kissing him so intensely that Yule's lips ended up red and swollen.

"Ragnar, nh..." moaned Yule while kissing and hugging him as if he wanted to merge with him. "Get me out of here..."

Ragnar leaned his forehead against Yule's and looked into his eyes, catching his breath. Yule opened his eyes and met the golden gaze of his bodyguard watching him and listening intently.

"I want a home with you," he asked him with more confidence than before to express his wishes. "I want this without hiding. I want to not be afraid."

Ragnar smiled and nodded, still holding his forehead to Yule's and brushing his nose against his.

"Let's go."

END

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And that's how the Ragnar and Yule of the mafia AU ran away and built their own Wild Beast ♥