[ Trust comes easily with Ragnar. Athelstan trusts him explicitly to guide him, to keep him safe and to not demand more than he can give. They had been friends so many years and not once had Ragnar ever demanded too much of Athelstan. He had pushed him in many ways, but not in this. He had made Athelstan strong, had made him think. Who he had become is so much in part to Ragnar's impact on his life.
Even when he had been in Wessex, Ragnar had been a constant companion to him, even if only in his imagination.
And now, they're crossing the line that for so long Athelstan had drawn between them. It felt so arbitrary now. And perhaps, when not in the heat of the moment, his crisis of faith would return to the forefront but he could think of nothing but the way Ragnar kissed him. A sound, something near a moan leaves him when the other's tongue teases against his lips, which parted in response.
The sensations are consuming, the light and slow press of Ragnar's thumb, sending tingling pleasure, a coil of heated arousal to his length. With his one hand on Ragnar's neck he isn't sure exactly where to put his other hand and he rests it on the other's thigh. ]
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Even when he had been in Wessex, Ragnar had been a constant companion to him, even if only in his imagination.
And now, they're crossing the line that for so long Athelstan had drawn between them. It felt so arbitrary now. And perhaps, when not in the heat of the moment, his crisis of faith would return to the forefront but he could think of nothing but the way Ragnar kissed him. A sound, something near a moan leaves him when the other's tongue teases against his lips, which parted in response.
The sensations are consuming, the light and slow press of Ragnar's thumb, sending tingling pleasure, a coil of heated arousal to his length. With his one hand on Ragnar's neck he isn't sure exactly where to put his other hand and he rests it on the other's thigh. ]