[ Ragnar's humming sent vibrations through Athelstan's cock, drawing another moan from him as his fingers curl more into the furs that cover the bed. His eyes had squeezed shut for a moment, before flying open when the other pulled away from him. He shivered at the air hitting his cock which is now aching for more attention, nearly enough that he wanted to ask Ragnar to go back to what he'd been doing.
But instead, he obeys, the way he usually does when it comes to Ragnar. The teasing of his tongue and he'd lifted his hips and made a quiet dissatisfied sound despite himself when the other moved away. It was an embarrassing sound and his face flushed. But, it didn't take long and he swallowed when he was back between his legs.
Athelstan is quiet as Ragnar moves his legs, the position he's in leaving him feeling more exposed. This is different than what he's had before, in any number of ways and his heart is racing with nerves and fear. He almost isn't sure what he's afraid of. That he'll love this? That he loves Ragnar? That he's terrified of disappointing Ragnar somehow the more he gives himself to him this way? His breath is coming out quicker, his anxiety and fear less about what he knows is coming (maybe because, now, he knows what's coming) and more the need to be good enough somehow to please Ragnar who so clearly has had far more experience than him in encounters of this nature. ]
I trust you. [ athelstan smiles, a small one but genuine all the same. There's guilt that's clawing it's way to the forefront of his mind, the feeling that he's lying when he doesn't tell him the whole truth. He doesn't tell him that someone's already had him, that he knows how this feels that it's uncomfortable and strange. The way Ragnar had described touching him seems a bit different from his other experience but... he's not sure. The fingers had been there to just... to make it easier for the cock that came after. ]
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But instead, he obeys, the way he usually does when it comes to Ragnar. The teasing of his tongue and he'd lifted his hips and made a quiet dissatisfied sound despite himself when the other moved away. It was an embarrassing sound and his face flushed. But, it didn't take long and he swallowed when he was back between his legs.
Athelstan is quiet as Ragnar moves his legs, the position he's in leaving him feeling more exposed. This is different than what he's had before, in any number of ways and his heart is racing with nerves and fear. He almost isn't sure what he's afraid of. That he'll love this? That he loves Ragnar? That he's terrified of disappointing Ragnar somehow the more he gives himself to him this way? His breath is coming out quicker, his anxiety and fear less about what he knows is coming (maybe because, now, he knows what's coming) and more the need to be good enough somehow to please Ragnar who so clearly has had far more experience than him in encounters of this nature. ]
I trust you. [ athelstan smiles, a small one but genuine all the same. There's guilt that's clawing it's way to the forefront of his mind, the feeling that he's lying when he doesn't tell him the whole truth. He doesn't tell him that someone's already had him, that he knows how this feels that it's uncomfortable and strange. The way Ragnar had described touching him seems a bit different from his other experience but... he's not sure. The fingers had been there to just... to make it easier for the cock that came after. ]