[Ragnar chuckled softly against Athelstan's neck, arms circling around him until he could lift him up slightly.] Greedy little monk. [He promptly pushed him back onto the bed after the hoarse, smirked whisper.]
Your shirt. [He gestured with a nod, leaving it to Athelstan as he put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he ran his thumbs over the curve of his hips. He forced himself away from the distraction to slowly work open Athelstan's pants, pulling his clothing off piece by piece unhurriedly.]
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Your shirt. [He gestured with a nod, leaving it to Athelstan as he put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he ran his thumbs over the curve of his hips. He forced himself away from the distraction to slowly work open Athelstan's pants, pulling his clothing off piece by piece unhurriedly.]