[He slowed his untying when he heard the rustle of Athelstan getting off the bed, turning to watch him approach, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over Athelstan's chest. For a moment, he forgot what he'd been doing and instead reaches out to trail his fingers over Athelstan's pale skin with slow reverence.]
Athelstan. [It was his turn to breathlessly say the other man's name. He bit his lip and then seemed to remember he was supposed to be taking his shirt off. Right. He pulled the last few ties loose and started to tug on his sleeves to loosen them before raising his arms up so Athelstan could help him work the shirt off.
The scar that wrapped around his shoulder looked the same as ever, an old injury even when he'd first met Athelstan. The injuries he'd gotten from Earl Haraldson's raid on his farm and their subsequent fight, however, looked like they had very recently scarred over, the mark from the arrow that had narrowly missed hitting his heart and the large cut that went from just below his ribs diagonally up and across his chest.]
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Athelstan. [It was his turn to breathlessly say the other man's name. He bit his lip and then seemed to remember he was supposed to be taking his shirt off. Right. He pulled the last few ties loose and started to tug on his sleeves to loosen them before raising his arms up so Athelstan could help him work the shirt off.
The scar that wrapped around his shoulder looked the same as ever, an old injury even when he'd first met Athelstan. The injuries he'd gotten from Earl Haraldson's raid on his farm and their subsequent fight, however, looked like they had very recently scarred over, the mark from the arrow that had narrowly missed hitting his heart and the large cut that went from just below his ribs diagonally up and across his chest.]