[He barely felt Athelstan's touch as his hand traveled up his arm and he mentally cursed all the clothing he was wearing. Not only did he have his usual leather cuirass on underneath, but over that, he had the knitted, hooded sweater that Lagertha had made for him. He was torn. As much as he didn't want to pull away from Athelstan at all, he knew if he took a moment to get some of his clothing off it would be even better.
Not pulling away from Athelstan won out until he also wanted more. He wanted to move lower, trace along Athelstan's collarbone and see what other reactions he could elicit in the monk.
With a lot of reluctance, he pulled back slightly, tilting his head to press a quick reassuring kiss to the corner of Athelstan's mouth as he let his hair go.] Your tunic. [He pointed out quietly before he turned and got to off the bed onto his feet. The knit sweater was easily shrugged off, the cuirass was more of a pain. He tried to make quick work of the leather ties that ran up the side of it, but there was no quickly removing the article of clothing.]
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Not pulling away from Athelstan won out until he also wanted more. He wanted to move lower, trace along Athelstan's collarbone and see what other reactions he could elicit in the monk.
With a lot of reluctance, he pulled back slightly, tilting his head to press a quick reassuring kiss to the corner of Athelstan's mouth as he let his hair go.] Your tunic. [He pointed out quietly before he turned and got to off the bed onto his feet. The knit sweater was easily shrugged off, the cuirass was more of a pain. He tried to make quick work of the leather ties that ran up the side of it, but there was no quickly removing the article of clothing.]