[ Athelstan is worried at first when Ragnar doesn't pull his mouth away but he's also glad because it feels so good. His free hand moves without thought over his mouth as he cries out louder than before when he comes, unable to stop his hips from arching some as he did.
His hips fall back flat against the bed, quiet whimpers as the other's fingers keep moving, the sensation almost too much after he'd come. He doesn't want to let go of his hand but he does, panting in the aftermath of the pleasure which had been admittedly more intense than anything that'd come before it.
When Ragnar comes back, he leans into the touch. His hand goes to the back of his head and he draws in him for a more lingering kiss. ]
You didn't want more? [ Athelstan murmurs, he feels drowsy and he's confused but then focusing on making sure he's cleaned up properly. ]
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His hips fall back flat against the bed, quiet whimpers as the other's fingers keep moving, the sensation almost too much after he'd come. He doesn't want to let go of his hand but he does, panting in the aftermath of the pleasure which had been admittedly more intense than anything that'd come before it.
When Ragnar comes back, he leans into the touch. His hand goes to the back of his head and he draws in him for a more lingering kiss. ]
You didn't want more? [ Athelstan murmurs, he feels drowsy and he's confused but then focusing on making sure he's cleaned up properly. ]