[ Athelstan sucks in breath as he watches Ragnar, his touch on his thigh upwards to his hip. The way Ragnar looked at him and touched him was like a dream. But he knew that it wasn't. It's far too real as Ragnar shifts him on the bed.
He almost says something, as if to really question if he had truly dreamed but he finds he can believe it. He knows that Ragnar still years later probably had.
Athelstan inhaled sharply when Ragnar's lips brushed over him, the question making him flustered and deepening the flush on his face. He found it difficult to ignore the urge to squirm but he did if not only because the other had a good grip on his hip. ]
No. [ He murmurs. He would have never imagined Judith doing this and even if she had it wouldn't nearly feel so good. He bites down on his lip at the slow attention, a soft sound, near a whimper of pleasure still meets the ear. ] I never thought of someone doing this to me.
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He almost says something, as if to really question if he had truly dreamed but he finds he can believe it. He knows that Ragnar still years later probably had.
Athelstan inhaled sharply when Ragnar's lips brushed over him, the question making him flustered and deepening the flush on his face. He found it difficult to ignore the urge to squirm but he did if not only because the other had a good grip on his hip. ]
No. [ He murmurs. He would have never imagined Judith doing this and even if she had it wouldn't nearly feel so good. He bites down on his lip at the slow attention, a soft sound, near a whimper of pleasure still meets the ear. ] I never thought of someone doing this to me.