[ Athelstan had thought to ask for Ragnar to undress but the words didn't come. Instead, quiet sounds came as Ragnar's lips continued over his skin stretched over his collarbone which he found surprisingly sensitive. There was something that was incredibly stirring about the difference between Ragnar's mouth and the rough rub of his beard against the skin, making him shudder.
His heart is still racing when Ragnar pulls away. He drops his hands away from him and it's quickly clear why he had so he couldn't complain about the loss of contact.
Athelstan watches Ragnar, though he makes quick work of his own tunic, setting it aside and his eyes resting on Ragnar then. He waited a moment as the other works on the leather ties before he stands and moves to assist him. His face might be flushing ever so slightly as he does so without asking. ]
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His heart is still racing when Ragnar pulls away. He drops his hands away from him and it's quickly clear why he had so he couldn't complain about the loss of contact.
Athelstan watches Ragnar, though he makes quick work of his own tunic, setting it aside and his eyes resting on Ragnar then. He waited a moment as the other works on the leather ties before he stands and moves to assist him. His face might be flushing ever so slightly as he does so without asking. ]