Ragnar finally moved.It was subtle at first, a shift, a breath, his hand loosening around Lance’s wrist like he had just remembered himself.“This—” Ragnar started, his voice low but strained, “you can’t do this.”He tried to pull away.Tried.But Lance didn’t let him.With a sudden, unsteady strength, fueled by alcohol, frustration, and weeks of bottled-up feelings, Lance pulled him forward instead.The movement caught Ragnar off guard.One second he was standing, The next, he was pushed back onto the bed.Lance followed immediately, climbing over him, bracing his arms on either side of Ragnar’s shoulders, effectively caging him in.Ragnar stilled.Not fighting.Not reacting.Just… still.“Lance—” Ragnar’s voice was sharper now, warning.But Lance shook his head, breathing uneven, eyes intense despite the haze of alcohol.“No,” he said. “No, you don’t get to do that.”“Get off me,” Ragnar said, quieter this time.But there was no force behind it.Lance leaned closer instead, his gr
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