[ Athelstan's eyes are fixed on Ragnar as the other sucks at his cock. There's the barest wiggling as the pleasure of it makes it hard to remain still, pleasure that he's still not nearly accustomed to having. ]
Ragnar... [ The word is wrapped in affection and warmth at the other's statement. ] I never want anyone else to.
[ He feels a bit nervous again when Ragnar's hands shift. There's the still small voice inside of him reminding him that he shouldn't do this, that it's a shameful sin but he can't make himself stop. He wants Ragnar. Maybe he truly is losing him faith to the Viking but just now that doesn't seem so horrible.
The sensation when Ragnar finally wrapped his mouth around him drew out a moan almost immediately, Athelstan's hands digging into the bed coverings. There was a wet warmth that almost felt familiar and yet perhaps a shade better (but maybe that is simply because this is Ragnar). ]
Oh God... [ He exhaled as the other moved on him and he struggled with the urge to move, the instinct to push his hips up into Ragnar's mouth. The words were blasphemous, more things to beg forgiveness of, though he knew he had no right -- he didn't think he'd try to stop experiencing this with Ragnar. ]
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Ragnar... [ The word is wrapped in affection and warmth at the other's statement. ] I never want anyone else to.
[ He feels a bit nervous again when Ragnar's hands shift. There's the still small voice inside of him reminding him that he shouldn't do this, that it's a shameful sin but he can't make himself stop. He wants Ragnar. Maybe he truly is losing him faith to the Viking but just now that doesn't seem so horrible.
The sensation when Ragnar finally wrapped his mouth around him drew out a moan almost immediately, Athelstan's hands digging into the bed coverings. There was a wet warmth that almost felt familiar and yet perhaps a shade better (but maybe that is simply because this is Ragnar). ]
Oh God... [ He exhaled as the other moved on him and he struggled with the urge to move, the instinct to push his hips up into Ragnar's mouth. The words were blasphemous, more things to beg forgiveness of, though he knew he had no right -- he didn't think he'd try to stop experiencing this with Ragnar. ]