[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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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.]