[The slight hesitation and experimental movements, not that Athelstan is in the frame of mind to notice them, only bring more potential validity to Ragnar's claim. He's been on the receiving end often enough and gone down on his wife enough to know vaguely what to expect and what to do. It was strange to him, how eager he felt to do this with Athelstan when the thought of doing this with anyone else had filled him with shame and repulsion.

He made a quiet, almost needy, hummed noise at Athelstan's obvious enjoyment. It made him want to try to swallow him down further, eager to draw more reactions out of the monk. There was a kind of power behind this, knowing that he, and he alone, was making Athelstan writhe with pleasure, that he was doing this for him.

He eased up, rising slowly until Athelstan slipped out of his mouth.]

Don't move. [He dragged his tongue flatly up along his cock like it was a promise for more, and moved to clatter through one of the bedside tables. He was back between Athelstan's legs in a blink, pressing a light kiss to a spot just under the head of his cock as a reward.]

I need you to relax and trust me. [He turned his head to press an adoring kiss to the inside of Athelstan's thigh as he repositioned his legs, moving to bend them so his feet were flat on the bed with his knees in the air, giving him more access.] Tell me if you need me to stop. I will go slow. [He nuzzled Athelstan's leg, giving him a reassuring smile.] It will feel good. I promise. Just... a little strange at first.