[ Ragnar's passion like a raging storm to Athelstan. The harsh grip on his thigh, the tugging, the demanding kiss that is so hungry that it almost hurts. Athelstan relishes it, though. He responds to it, kissing him back eagerly if much more clumsily.
He gasps for breath when the other's lips move to his neck, though his lips still felt the aftermath of the kiss. Fingers tightened on Ragnar's thigh when the other started to attack his neck. The shocks of pleasure when Ragnar found patches of skin with his teeth and tongue that seemed directly connected to his cock. ]
Ragnar [ The name is breathy and an exhalation rather than the start of a thought. His hand slid from Ragnar's neck over his shoulder and feeling the strength of his arm as he touches him in a sort of exploration. ]
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He gasps for breath when the other's lips move to his neck, though his lips still felt the aftermath of the kiss. Fingers tightened on Ragnar's thigh when the other started to attack his neck. The shocks of pleasure when Ragnar found patches of skin with his teeth and tongue that seemed directly connected to his cock. ]
Ragnar [ The name is breathy and an exhalation rather than the start of a thought. His hand slid from Ragnar's neck over his shoulder and feeling the strength of his arm as he touches him in a sort of exploration. ]