[ 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. ]
[He leaned over to press his lips to Athelstan's for a slow, doting kiss, still brimming with emotion.]
Nothing is stopping you. [He whispered the words softly against Athelstan's lips before capturing them again. In his mind, he'd led by example so far, all Athelstan had to do was decide what he was comfortable with doing and mirror what Ragnar had already done. Not so difficult.
Ragnar knew Athelstan was reluctant, he assumed it was because he was nervous to make a mistake, which was silly, but Ragnar had no intentions of asking for anything unless he needed it, so it would be up to Athelstan to do what he wanted.]
[ Athelstan kisses Ragnar back and despite the confusion he feels he's also full of affection for Ragnar. Indeed, there's some reluctance and a good deal of it is the fear of making a mistake, of not being able to do things the way that Ragnar likes, that he could disappoint him. He doesn't give voice to any of it, neither does he give voice to the guilt that he feels either.
He breaks the kiss, a small smile touching his lips and he nuzzles his cheek briefly before he shifts down word. He presses a few kisses over his torso, before he's kneeling and taking the other's cock in his hand. He gives it a few firm strokes and then there's another moment's hesitation. It's not that he doesn't know how it works, he's done it before now and Ragnar had just done it to him.
He can still remember Ragnar having to take over when he tried to jerk him off and there's a slight fear that he wouldn't be able to sufficiently please him that's pushing further harder again. But, he doesn't give into it and instead wraps his lips around the head of his cock and then lowering his head to take him inside. The taste of Ragnar, the size of him is different and altogether better in every way to him than it had been when he'd experienced it before. It still feels awkward and the worry is loud in his mind as he tries to watch Ragnar's reactions. ]
[After chasing after the light kisses and returning the little nuzzle, Ragnar shifted and sat back to allow Athelstan more room, worrying on half of his lower lip as he watched Athelstan trail lower with a burning intensity. He exhaled heavily from Athelstan's touch alone, ignoring his body had only intensified the ache.]
Athelstan. [He tilted his head back as he half exhaled, half groaned his name, the muscles of his chest and neck going taut from the effort it took not to move. Lips parted, he can't keep his head tilted back, having to watch Athelstan, blue eyes somehow filled with intense heat. He reached down, forcing his fingers into Athelstan's hair, pushing them through to push the tie loose so he can tangle his fingers deeper into his hair. He'd already been close from attending to Athelstan and now his breath was coming in heavy, shaky pants broken up by low groans. He's pretty sure he managed to mumble something about being close, but he really couldn't be sure. He definitely had no intention of pushing Athelstan away.]
[ Athelstan didn't really have very much time to worry about if he was doing things right. Ragnar's hand in his hair felt good, soothing and encouraging even. It makes him feel like he's doing well to see Ragnar's expression, to listen to the way he breathes and the groans that seemed to rock straight to his core.
He heard the mumble, barely registering it but he takes Ragnar deeper into his mouth again. When he comes, he felt his throat tighten slightly but he swallowed around him and didn't pull away until it's done. He pulls up, brushing his tongue over the tip a few times and flushed as he pushed himself up. ]
[Athelstan swallowed him deeper and what little control he'd been clinging to finally cracked. He groaned Athelstan's name breathlessly as he came, his fingers tangling further into the monk's hair.
He tugged gently at Athelstan as he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath, and crashed their lips together before he'd even come close to quiet, even breaths. Breaking the kiss to once again try to breathe, he nuzzled Athelstan's nose with his own, smiling softly.] There. Are you happy with yourself now? [He kissed him again, smiling teasingly against Athelstan's lips.]
[ Athelstan lets Ragnar pull him up, kissing him back even as they both seem to still be attempting to catch their breath. His eyes don't open right away even as they nuzzle afterward and a small contented smile is on his face.
For now, his confusion has taken a back seat to the sated pleasure they'd both experienced. He kisses Ragnar again and then finally opens his eyes to look at him. ]
[Ragnar nuzzled his face into Athelstan's hair before pressing a kiss to the side of his head, putting his arm around him comfortably. He was oblivious that there had been any confusion at all, more than content to just bask in Athelstan's presence.
He chuckled softly under his breath at the response, kissing him again, this one pressed to the top of his ear.]
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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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Nothing is stopping you. [He whispered the words softly against Athelstan's lips before capturing them again. In his mind, he'd led by example so far, all Athelstan had to do was decide what he was comfortable with doing and mirror what Ragnar had already done. Not so difficult.
Ragnar knew Athelstan was reluctant, he assumed it was because he was nervous to make a mistake, which was silly, but Ragnar had no intentions of asking for anything unless he needed it, so it would be up to Athelstan to do what he wanted.]
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He breaks the kiss, a small smile touching his lips and he nuzzles his cheek briefly before he shifts down word. He presses a few kisses over his torso, before he's kneeling and taking the other's cock in his hand. He gives it a few firm strokes and then there's another moment's hesitation. It's not that he doesn't know how it works, he's done it before now and Ragnar had just done it to him.
He can still remember Ragnar having to take over when he tried to jerk him off and there's a slight fear that he wouldn't be able to sufficiently please him that's pushing further harder again. But, he doesn't give into it and instead wraps his lips around the head of his cock and then lowering his head to take him inside. The taste of Ragnar, the size of him is different and altogether better in every way to him than it had been when he'd experienced it before. It still feels awkward and the worry is loud in his mind as he tries to watch Ragnar's reactions. ]
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Athelstan. [He tilted his head back as he half exhaled, half groaned his name, the muscles of his chest and neck going taut from the effort it took not to move. Lips parted, he can't keep his head tilted back, having to watch Athelstan, blue eyes somehow filled with intense heat. He reached down, forcing his fingers into Athelstan's hair, pushing them through to push the tie loose so he can tangle his fingers deeper into his hair. He'd already been close from attending to Athelstan and now his breath was coming in heavy, shaky pants broken up by low groans. He's pretty sure he managed to mumble something about being close, but he really couldn't be sure. He definitely had no intention of pushing Athelstan away.]
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He heard the mumble, barely registering it but he takes Ragnar deeper into his mouth again. When he comes, he felt his throat tighten slightly but he swallowed around him and didn't pull away until it's done. He pulls up, brushing his tongue over the tip a few times and flushed as he pushed himself up. ]
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He tugged gently at Athelstan as he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath, and crashed their lips together before he'd even come close to quiet, even breaths. Breaking the kiss to once again try to breathe, he nuzzled Athelstan's nose with his own, smiling softly.] There. Are you happy with yourself now? [He kissed him again, smiling teasingly against Athelstan's lips.]
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For now, his confusion has taken a back seat to the sated pleasure they'd both experienced. He kisses Ragnar again and then finally opens his eyes to look at him. ]
For now.
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He chuckled softly under his breath at the response, kissing him again, this one pressed to the top of his ear.]