[That little moan was intoxicating. It lit his blood on fire with desire. The careful little movements of his thumb along the seam of Athelstan's pants disappeared, Ragnar's hand moving to Athelstan's thigh, his fingers digging in, likely leaving bruises.
The hold on Athelstan's hair tightens as well, tugging him closer, turning the kiss bruising, something heated and desperate.
He has to breathe though, but he isn't willing to stop, so he once again pulls on Athelstan's hair, breaking the kiss as he tipped his head back like he had under the mistletoe. Panting heavily, he moved to Athelstan's neck, a mix of kissing, sucking, licking, and the drag of teeth.]
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The hold on Athelstan's hair tightens as well, tugging him closer, turning the kiss bruising, something heated and desperate.
He has to breathe though, but he isn't willing to stop, so he once again pulls on Athelstan's hair, breaking the kiss as he tipped his head back like he had under the mistletoe. Panting heavily, he moved to Athelstan's neck, a mix of kissing, sucking, licking, and the drag of teeth.]