[For Ragnar their connection was still growing. The monk intrigued him more than he liked to admit and over the last few years had proved very endearing. He was family and a trusted friend. 'Love' was a stretch, but there was something about Athelstan that he wanted. He wanted to claim it, devour it, conquer it if only to make it part of himself that would never escape.
So, while Athelstan sank into the kiss with a flood of emotions built up for years and years, Ragnar pressed into it with excited aggression and curiosity. It didn't matter though, he felt Athelstan relax and all he wanted was more.
It was over far too quickly, something that Ragnar wasn't about to accept. He nudged Athelstan's cheek with his nose, his hand pushing through his hair to slip around to the nape of his neck, holding him close.]
So? [He mumbled the words against Athelstan's skin as he tilted his head further in an attempt to press a few kisses to his neck.
And suddenly they were no longer trapped. Ragnar almost felt disappointed.]
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So, while Athelstan sank into the kiss with a flood of emotions built up for years and years, Ragnar pressed into it with excited aggression and curiosity. It didn't matter though, he felt Athelstan relax and all he wanted was more.
It was over far too quickly, something that Ragnar wasn't about to accept. He nudged Athelstan's cheek with his nose, his hand pushing through his hair to slip around to the nape of his neck, holding him close.]
So? [He mumbled the words against Athelstan's skin as he tilted his head further in an attempt to press a few kisses to his neck.
And suddenly they were no longer trapped. Ragnar almost felt disappointed.]