[He looked pleased at the answer despite Athelstan's conflicted look. He was sort of used to it. The monk often seemed conflicted with these sorts of things. That was alright, Ragnar would be proud enough for the both of them.
He let Athelstan set the pace as they moved backward towards the bed, humming softly in encouraging approval as Athelstan deepened the kiss. It was only a moment before they'd bumped into the foot of the bed, but Ragnar wasn't yet willing to pull away from Athelstan. Instead, he pressed closer, an excited chill running up his spine when their skin met, chests flush together. He couldn't help but slide his hand around, fingers splayed to trace over the contours of lean muscle down Athelstan's back.]
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He let Athelstan set the pace as they moved backward towards the bed, humming softly in encouraging approval as Athelstan deepened the kiss. It was only a moment before they'd bumped into the foot of the bed, but Ragnar wasn't yet willing to pull away from Athelstan. Instead, he pressed closer, an excited chill running up his spine when their skin met, chests flush together. He couldn't help but slide his hand around, fingers splayed to trace over the contours of lean muscle down Athelstan's back.]