[ Athelstan struggles not to push up when the other's hand moves away from his stomach. He tilts his head to look toward Ragnar, to try and see what he's doing but he can't really, not from this angle.
He's so close. He squeezed Ragnar's hand tight, the way the other squeezed is unexpected but it has it's own ripple affect through his body.
There's a moan when the second finger is pressed in, his squeeze on the other's hand tightening again. Athelstan's other hand stays curls into the furs. ]
Ragnar [ He moans his name again and it really doesn't take much longer before he's about to come. ]
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He's so close. He squeezed Ragnar's hand tight, the way the other squeezed is unexpected but it has it's own ripple affect through his body.
There's a moan when the second finger is pressed in, his squeeze on the other's hand tightening again. Athelstan's other hand stays curls into the furs. ]
Ragnar [ He moans his name again and it really doesn't take much longer before he's about to come. ]
Ragnar I'm going to... [ he tries to warn. ]