[ Athelstan can almost forget why he is here exactly, the conversation that had led to him trying to distract Ragnar. The unsettled feeling and guilt is settled into the backseat for the moment, the contented happiness moving forward instead. He'll have to reckon with everything but not yet.
For now he can kiss Ragnar and he can be vaguely disapointed when it breaks. ]
Yes. [ He smiles as their foreheads press together. ]
[He didn't move, resting with their foreheads still pressed together, a smile tugging at his lips as well, a little more impish looking than Athelstan's.]
Was that a yes to living here or a yes to seeing the bedroom? [Definitely teasing.] Or both?
[He tilted his head, ducking a little to steal a quick kiss from Athelstan. He turned his arm in Athelstan's grip, breaking his wrist free just to grab the monk's to lead him up a set of stairs. There were a number of bedrooms in the main house, but the large one to the right of the stairs was definitely Ragnar's. An upstairs fireplace, a large bed covered in furs, even a crude stand where he'd set his armor. He leaned over, voice a whisper.] Do you like it?
Both. [ Athelstan answers, though he knows that Ragnar already knew as they kissed again. They head up the stairs together and the room is large, there's plenty that reminds him of Kattegat, although much is different. He takes in the room and then laughs softly. He turns to press another kiss to Ragnar's lips. Somewhere he has actually forgotten some of the negative things in favor of this home, in favor of Ragnar's kisses and affection. ]
[He returns the kiss, pressing into it enthusiastically. He steals another quick kiss, pressed half to the corner of Athelstan's mouth and half to his cheek as he speaks.]
Now. You said something about sex? [He smirked teasingly, pressing another nuzzling kiss to Athelstan's cheek before moving to find his lips again, a hand on his cheek and one on his hip as he walked him backward toward the bed.]
[ The word being said aloud makes Athelstan feel a bit of nervousness again. He knows exactly what to expect -- sort of, so at least he doesn't feel as overwhelmed as he might have before but there's that inkling of multi-faceted guilt threatening the surface again. Kissing Ragnar, feeling his hands leading him back towards the bed is distracting and he's wanted Ragnar for so long. His hands move to his sides, holding onto him as if needing to keep a grip on him to ground himself, to keep his thoughts from running away on him.
That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]
Only the impression? I did drop everything, did I not? [He smirked against Athelstan's lips, stealing quick little kisses even as the monk tried to speak.
Before they even got to the bed, he broke contact just enough to quickly tug his tunic off and toss it aside. He snaked his fingers under Athelstan's shirt, slowly working it up. He couldn't keep himself from leaning in for a kiss though, stalling his progress on Athelstan's shirt as he got distracted and wrapped his arm around him instead, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a quiet, content hum.]
[ Athelstan starts to reply but the little kisses distract him at first. ]
Nothing all that important. [ He finally returns but the teasing in his voice should be clear. His eyes dropped when Ragnar's tunic is pulled off, inhaling sharply when the other's hands then slipped under his shirt, brushing against his skin. He doesn't think too much about the fact that the motion to pull off his shirt hadn't finished, pressing into Ragnar as they kissed.
He pulls back slightly, keeping his eyes on Ragnar's face before he's pulling his shirt off, discarding it and then pressing his lips to his again. ]
I want you, Ragnar. [ The words are whispered before he's deepening the kiss again, pressing close enough that they're skin to skin. ]
It was important. Very important. But it can wait. [He smirked, eyes already starting to get darker as he moved his hands up Athelstan's back. He bit his lip, eyes racking shamelessly over Athelstan's chest before meeting his eyes, gaze heated.
He stepped closer, nuzzling the side of his face, lips brushing his ear as he spoke quietly.] What do you want to try? I could use my mouth on you? Would you like that? Or there is a spot inside you... it would make you scream my name. [Again, he tilts his head to nudge him with his nose before pressing a few light kisses down his neck.]
[ One thing that Ragnar is always very good at doing is making Athelstan feel wanted. The way he looked at him, even before they'd first kissed it'd been there even when he did his best to ignore the knowledge.
The monk's head tilted to the side slightly as the other spoke against his ear, the skin tingling and warming under the sensation of his breath, the soft brush of lips to sensitive skin there. The words made him flush and he's nearly too flustered to answer as his hand came to rest on the back of his head as the other starts kissing his neck. He swallows hard. ]
[Ragnar chuckled softly against Athelstan's neck, arms circling around him until he could lift him up slightly.] Greedy little monk. [He promptly pushed him back onto the bed after the hoarse, smirked whisper.]
Your shirt. [He gestured with a nod, leaving it to Athelstan as he put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he ran his thumbs over the curve of his hips. He forced himself away from the distraction to slowly work open Athelstan's pants, pulling his clothing off piece by piece unhurriedly.]
[ Athelstan flushed at the whispered teasing and he pushes himself up once he lands on the bed, his eyes trained on Ragnar. He's really started to forget the whole reason he's ended up here, that he'd been distracting Ragnar from something and instead left with how much he wants him.
He doesn't hesitate to pull his shirt off, discarding it to the side before watching him again as Ragnar is undressing him. His face is flushed with a mix of arousal and excitement, just a little embarrassment. ]
Ragnar... [ Athelstan breathes out and he's smiling and it's almost shy. ] You can be greedy too. [ He won't deny him anything anymore. ]
[With Athelstan out of his clothes, he unabashedly ran his eyes over him, slowly trailing a light touch up his thigh from his knee to his hip. A pleased smile teased across his face just from hearing Athelstan breathlessly say his name.] We will see...
[Fingers fanned, he trailed down across his torso.] I have dreamed of this... Of you, priest. [Ever since Lagertha had laughingly agreed that he could invite him into their bed. He still wasn't sure if she'd been serious, but he had.
With one strong, firm push, he moved Athelstan further onto the bed. Dark gaze locked on Athelstan's, kept a firm grip on his hip as he lowered his head to run his lips lightly along his hardening shaft, teasing slowly.] Did she do this for you? [His breath and beard tickled over the sensitive skin as he tilted his head, parting his lips to trail a few wet kisses along the underside of his shaft as well, following the same line as before, this time from base to tip, moving with agonizing slowly.]
[ Athelstan sucks in breath as he watches Ragnar, his touch on his thigh upwards to his hip. The way Ragnar looked at him and touched him was like a dream. But he knew that it wasn't. It's far too real as Ragnar shifts him on the bed.
He almost says something, as if to really question if he had truly dreamed but he finds he can believe it. He knows that Ragnar still years later probably had.
Athelstan inhaled sharply when Ragnar's lips brushed over him, the question making him flustered and deepening the flush on his face. He found it difficult to ignore the urge to squirm but he did if not only because the other had a good grip on his hip. ]
No. [ He murmurs. He would have never imagined Judith doing this and even if she had it wouldn't nearly feel so good. He bites down on his lip at the slow attention, a soft sound, near a whimper of pleasure still meets the ear. ] I never thought of someone doing this to me.
[A subtle smile tugged at his lips even as he sucked gently along the underside of Athelstan's cock. He paused, hovering just far enough away so his lips wouldn't brush the tip of Athelstan's erection, darkened eyes meeting the monk's.]
And I have never thought of doing this for anyone... except for you, priest... [Athelstan could question the truth to his words all he wanted, but Ragnar spoke them with absolute honesty.
He moved his hand, fingers smoothing over Athelstan's skin, letting go of his hip in order to put his hand flat on his lower torso. It would be easier to keep him still like that.
Gently palming him, he then moved to loosely wrap his hand around the base of his cock as he slowly swallowed him down. He didn't quite get low enough to reach his fingers on the first go, but after bobbing his head, he took in a little bit more, each time getting a little deeper, a little more confident and bold with what he was doing though his movements remained painfully unhurried.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ 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. ]
[Not that Athelstan likely realized it, but Ragnar and Dodger were likely after vastly different things. Ragnar wasn't prepping him for anything. He honestly didn't think Athelstan would be all that comfortable with this yet. It was a half step. He wanted to show him how amazing he could make him feel without getting anywhere close to overwhelming him. This was about Athelstan. Entirely. Not him.
Ragnar returned the smile with a soft, doting one of his own, turning his head to brush a few feather-light kisses in a trail along Athelstan's thigh before dragging his teeth over his skin in one spot for a light bite.] You are amazing. [He mumbled the words against his skin.
His hand is back on Athelstan's belly, palm flat to hold him still as he moves his kisses to the monk's straining cock, lazily teasing, sucking and licking his way up along the vein that seemed to be even more prevalent now. He once again swallowed him down, resuming a slow, bobbing rhythm, eyes closed for the moment.
After he felt Athelstan's breath start to quicken, for it to take effort to keep his hips still, he teased a finger over his entrance, waiting to start to ease it in until he was swallowing Athelstan down, opening his eyes to watch the monk's reaction. His hand and head moved together, each time he stroked in deeper, curling his finger just slightly, he was also sinking down until the head of Athelstan's cock was brushing the back of his throat, only to ease off on both a moment later before pushing forward again.]
[ The thought that this could be about him hadn't crossed Athelstan's mind. In his own mind, this is all about Ragnar. There didn't seem to him a reason to be sexual unless it is for Ragnar. In a twisted way his previous encounters had been practices to try and understand as if there was that inevitable moment where he would be with him. His breath hitched as Ragnar bit his thigh, the skin sensitive and it made his cock jump slightly, his teeth digging into his bottom lip without a thought.
Ragnar's words made him flush again, turning his head to the side to look away from him, embarrassed more by the verbal praise even then than being naked and exposed to him this way.
There's a soft whimper as the other starts to tease his cock, a tremble through his lower body at the urge to move his hips but the other's hand kept him still as much as his own will did. It's not until the Viking swallows him that he makes another sound, a quite groan and he watches Ragnar. The sight is sinful but... wonderful at the same time.
Later, he'd sketch something like this, flushing all the while certainly.
Athelstan almost forgot what else Ragnar is intending to do, focused on his mouth, quiet sounds of pleasure falling from his lips and he barely tries to contain them anymore as more trembles settle in his thighs from the strain of not moving though his body instinctively aches to. But the moment his finger teases the ring of muscle he stills, his inhaling sharply, not in apprehension but because the touch feels good and had managed to catch him off guard even though he knew it had been coming.
His teeth dig into his lip a little more as he presses in, the feeling awkward but not nearly as much as it had been the first time he'd felt a finger inside of him. He thought he knew what to expect but the way Ragnar touches him, he lets out a whimper. As his finger presses deeper and the other's head is still moving on his cock and then they pick up in their rhythm his whimpers turn into moans.
Soon it's difficult to hold himself up to watch anymore and his upper half is flat on the bed, hands grasping at the furs and he's desperately trying not to move his hips both into Ragnar's finger and his mouth. He doesn't know how he keeps from coming other than focusing intently on not giving in as difficult as it is. ]
Ragnar, please [ The monk moans and it's wanton and later he'd be embarrassed and thankful that Gyda isn't home. ]
[His own cock ached painfully in his now uncomfortably tight pants especially hearing Athelstan moan his name like that. He'd dreamt about it, tried to imagine it, so many times and none held a flame to the real thing. Struggling to keep his balance, he quickly moved his hand from Athelstan's stomach to tug his pants open just enough to work his leaking cock free, precum beading at the tip.
His rhythm had stuttered slightly as he'd fought to get himself free, but he moaned around Athelstan when he finally did, his hand sliding back toward his stomach. Instead of stopping there, he reached forward, fumbling over the furs to find Athelstan's hand, pushing his fingers between the monk's and squeezing hard.
Easing his mouth up and his finger almost all the way out, he squeezed Athelstan's hand as he added a second finger, swallowing him down as he twisted and curled the two digits inside him. His patience was crumbling, almost giving up on bobbing his head as he pumped his fingers into Athelstan with a low groan.]
[ 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. ]
[His name on Athelstan's lips as the monk's control slips has him closer than he'd expected, practically dripping on the fur blankets. He heard the warning, but to him it sounded like encouragement, only making him curl his fingers in deeper, pump harder, swallow him down further.
He'd never had anyone actually come in his mouth before and the sensation made his eyes water, a mix of excess and saliva dribbling from the corners of his mouth as he pulled back and tried to surprise the way his body tried to gag, swallowing hard a few times. It didn't taste particularly good, but it was Athelstan, and that made everything fine.
He looked over the spent monk, trying to catch his breath a little, still slowly pressing his fingers into him a few more times before easing them out, all the while squeezing his hand.] Let me get something to clean you up with. [He gave his hand another squeeze before unthreading their fingers so he could run a washcloth under hot water, washing up quickly himself before wringing out the cloth and bringing it out to Athelstan, eager to be at his side again.
He brushed his fingers through Athelstan's hair, slicking it back from his forehead as he took a seat beside him, leaning over to brush a doting kiss to his temple and a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.] Alright?
[ 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. ]
[He bites his lip lightly, smiling softly, lovingly, down at Athelstan as he ran his hand through his hair.]
If... you want to try to return the favor, I would not say no, but do not feel like have to. [He leaned down again, nuzzling and kissing.] I am content enough just watching you. You enjoyed that, yes?
[ Athelstan studies him and the noncommittal answer is a bit frustrating. He'd after all thought Ragnar would want to have sex. And here he is once more not seeming all that concerned with his own pleasure.
It's confusing and Athelstan has a hard time grasping why Ragnar would hold back when he'd been given leave to freely take. ]
I did. [ Athelstan answered truthfully. It had been amazing after all. ]
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For now he can kiss Ragnar and he can be vaguely disapointed when it breaks. ]
Yes. [ He smiles as their foreheads press together. ]
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Was that a yes to living here or a yes to seeing the bedroom? [Definitely teasing.] Or both?
[He tilted his head, ducking a little to steal a quick kiss from Athelstan. He turned his arm in Athelstan's grip, breaking his wrist free just to grab the monk's to lead him up a set of stairs. There were a number of bedrooms in the main house, but the large one to the right of the stairs was definitely Ragnar's. An upstairs fireplace, a large bed covered in furs, even a crude stand where he'd set his armor. He leaned over, voice a whisper.] Do you like it?
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It is very nice, very you. I like it.
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Now. You said something about sex? [He smirked teasingly, pressing another nuzzling kiss to Athelstan's cheek before moving to find his lips again, a hand on his cheek and one on his hip as he walked him backward toward the bed.]
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That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]
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Before they even got to the bed, he broke contact just enough to quickly tug his tunic off and toss it aside. He snaked his fingers under Athelstan's shirt, slowly working it up. He couldn't keep himself from leaning in for a kiss though, stalling his progress on Athelstan's shirt as he got distracted and wrapped his arm around him instead, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a quiet, content hum.]
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Nothing all that important. [ He finally returns but the teasing in his voice should be clear. His eyes dropped when Ragnar's tunic is pulled off, inhaling sharply when the other's hands then slipped under his shirt, brushing against his skin. He doesn't think too much about the fact that the motion to pull off his shirt hadn't finished, pressing into Ragnar as they kissed.
He pulls back slightly, keeping his eyes on Ragnar's face before he's pulling his shirt off, discarding it and then pressing his lips to his again. ]
I want you, Ragnar. [ The words are whispered before he's deepening the kiss again, pressing close enough that they're skin to skin. ]
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He stepped closer, nuzzling the side of his face, lips brushing his ear as he spoke quietly.] What do you want to try? I could use my mouth on you? Would you like that? Or there is a spot inside you... it would make you scream my name. [Again, he tilts his head to nudge him with his nose before pressing a few light kisses down his neck.]
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The monk's head tilted to the side slightly as the other spoke against his ear, the skin tingling and warming under the sensation of his breath, the soft brush of lips to sensitive skin there. The words made him flush and he's nearly too flustered to answer as his hand came to rest on the back of his head as the other starts kissing his neck. He swallows hard. ]
Do I have to choose?
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Your shirt. [He gestured with a nod, leaving it to Athelstan as he put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he ran his thumbs over the curve of his hips. He forced himself away from the distraction to slowly work open Athelstan's pants, pulling his clothing off piece by piece unhurriedly.]
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He doesn't hesitate to pull his shirt off, discarding it to the side before watching him again as Ragnar is undressing him. His face is flushed with a mix of arousal and excitement, just a little embarrassment. ]
Ragnar... [ Athelstan breathes out and he's smiling and it's almost shy. ] You can be greedy too. [ He won't deny him anything anymore. ]
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[Fingers fanned, he trailed down across his torso.] I have dreamed of this... Of you, priest. [Ever since Lagertha had laughingly agreed that he could invite him into their bed. He still wasn't sure if she'd been serious, but he had.
With one strong, firm push, he moved Athelstan further onto the bed. Dark gaze locked on Athelstan's, kept a firm grip on his hip as he lowered his head to run his lips lightly along his hardening shaft, teasing slowly.] Did she do this for you? [His breath and beard tickled over the sensitive skin as he tilted his head, parting his lips to trail a few wet kisses along the underside of his shaft as well, following the same line as before, this time from base to tip, moving with agonizing slowly.]
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He almost says something, as if to really question if he had truly dreamed but he finds he can believe it. He knows that Ragnar still years later probably had.
Athelstan inhaled sharply when Ragnar's lips brushed over him, the question making him flustered and deepening the flush on his face. He found it difficult to ignore the urge to squirm but he did if not only because the other had a good grip on his hip. ]
No. [ He murmurs. He would have never imagined Judith doing this and even if she had it wouldn't nearly feel so good. He bites down on his lip at the slow attention, a soft sound, near a whimper of pleasure still meets the ear. ] I never thought of someone doing this to me.
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And I have never thought of doing this for anyone... except for you, priest... [Athelstan could question the truth to his words all he wanted, but Ragnar spoke them with absolute honesty.
He moved his hand, fingers smoothing over Athelstan's skin, letting go of his hip in order to put his hand flat on his lower torso. It would be easier to keep him still like that.
Gently palming him, he then moved to loosely wrap his hand around the base of his cock as he slowly swallowed him down. He didn't quite get low enough to reach his fingers on the first go, but after bobbing his head, he took in a little bit more, each time getting a little deeper, a little more confident and bold with what he was doing though his movements remained painfully unhurried.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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Ragnar returned the smile with a soft, doting one of his own, turning his head to brush a few feather-light kisses in a trail along Athelstan's thigh before dragging his teeth over his skin in one spot for a light bite.] You are amazing. [He mumbled the words against his skin.
His hand is back on Athelstan's belly, palm flat to hold him still as he moves his kisses to the monk's straining cock, lazily teasing, sucking and licking his way up along the vein that seemed to be even more prevalent now. He once again swallowed him down, resuming a slow, bobbing rhythm, eyes closed for the moment.
After he felt Athelstan's breath start to quicken, for it to take effort to keep his hips still, he teased a finger over his entrance, waiting to start to ease it in until he was swallowing Athelstan down, opening his eyes to watch the monk's reaction. His hand and head moved together, each time he stroked in deeper, curling his finger just slightly, he was also sinking down until the head of Athelstan's cock was brushing the back of his throat, only to ease off on both a moment later before pushing forward again.]
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Ragnar's words made him flush again, turning his head to the side to look away from him, embarrassed more by the verbal praise even then than being naked and exposed to him this way.
There's a soft whimper as the other starts to tease his cock, a tremble through his lower body at the urge to move his hips but the other's hand kept him still as much as his own will did. It's not until the Viking swallows him that he makes another sound, a quite groan and he watches Ragnar. The sight is sinful but... wonderful at the same time.
Later, he'd sketch something like this, flushing all the while certainly.
Athelstan almost forgot what else Ragnar is intending to do, focused on his mouth, quiet sounds of pleasure falling from his lips and he barely tries to contain them anymore as more trembles settle in his thighs from the strain of not moving though his body instinctively aches to. But the moment his finger teases the ring of muscle he stills, his inhaling sharply, not in apprehension but because the touch feels good and had managed to catch him off guard even though he knew it had been coming.
His teeth dig into his lip a little more as he presses in, the feeling awkward but not nearly as much as it had been the first time he'd felt a finger inside of him. He thought he knew what to expect but the way Ragnar touches him, he lets out a whimper. As his finger presses deeper and the other's head is still moving on his cock and then they pick up in their rhythm his whimpers turn into moans.
Soon it's difficult to hold himself up to watch anymore and his upper half is flat on the bed, hands grasping at the furs and he's desperately trying not to move his hips both into Ragnar's finger and his mouth. He doesn't know how he keeps from coming other than focusing intently on not giving in as difficult as it is. ]
Ragnar, please [ The monk moans and it's wanton and later he'd be embarrassed and thankful that Gyda isn't home. ]
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His rhythm had stuttered slightly as he'd fought to get himself free, but he moaned around Athelstan when he finally did, his hand sliding back toward his stomach. Instead of stopping there, he reached forward, fumbling over the furs to find Athelstan's hand, pushing his fingers between the monk's and squeezing hard.
Easing his mouth up and his finger almost all the way out, he squeezed Athelstan's hand as he added a second finger, swallowing him down as he twisted and curled the two digits inside him. His patience was crumbling, almost giving up on bobbing his head as he pumped his fingers into Athelstan with a low groan.]
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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. ]
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He'd never had anyone actually come in his mouth before and the sensation made his eyes water, a mix of excess and saliva dribbling from the corners of his mouth as he pulled back and tried to surprise the way his body tried to gag, swallowing hard a few times. It didn't taste particularly good, but it was Athelstan, and that made everything fine.
He looked over the spent monk, trying to catch his breath a little, still slowly pressing his fingers into him a few more times before easing them out, all the while squeezing his hand.] Let me get something to clean you up with. [He gave his hand another squeeze before unthreading their fingers so he could run a washcloth under hot water, washing up quickly himself before wringing out the cloth and bringing it out to Athelstan, eager to be at his side again.
He brushed his fingers through Athelstan's hair, slicking it back from his forehead as he took a seat beside him, leaning over to brush a doting kiss to his temple and a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.] Alright?
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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. ]
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If... you want to try to return the favor, I would not say no, but do not feel like have to. [He leaned down again, nuzzling and kissing.] I am content enough just watching you. You enjoyed that, yes?
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It's confusing and Athelstan has a hard time grasping why Ragnar would hold back when he'd been given leave to freely take. ]
I did. [ Athelstan answered truthfully. It had been amazing after all. ]
I would like to return the favor.
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