[ Athelstan could have clarified it then that he meant in his feelings. But then again, with how big the difference is between their times perhaps Ragnar hadn't known how he felt. Had he failed Ragnar in keeping the wall between them all those years? He couldn't from his own time doubt at all that Ragnar's affectionate was deep and genuine and not about wanting something he was being denied -- though, at first, years ago Athelstan might have thought that.
That was also a time long before he was ready to even consider more than their friendship, than the familial ties that had started to bind them.
There's a moment that Athelstan thinks that Ragnar might resist his move but they're still kissing and he takes that as Ragnar's satisfaction to the shift in position. He'd never worried so much if anything he did pleased Judith but then she was a different kind of infatuated with him and he was... not particularly infatuated with her. It hadn't mattered but this is everything. ]
Ragnar... [ A whispered sigh, half a complaint when the other broke the kiss, though he could hardly complain since he continued to press his kisses, his beard scratching against Athelstan's in a tantalizing sensation.
His eyes open more when the other lifts himself further away, his expression questioning but the question didn't make it out before he knew what exactly Ragnar was up to. He would have nearly laughed had he not moaned, his eyes shutting as his hips lifted instinctively back against his. ]
No one has ever looked at me the way you do. [ He whispers, meeting his gaze once more. ]
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That was also a time long before he was ready to even consider more than their friendship, than the familial ties that had started to bind them.
There's a moment that Athelstan thinks that Ragnar might resist his move but they're still kissing and he takes that as Ragnar's satisfaction to the shift in position. He'd never worried so much if anything he did pleased Judith but then she was a different kind of infatuated with him and he was... not particularly infatuated with her. It hadn't mattered but this is everything. ]
Ragnar... [ A whispered sigh, half a complaint when the other broke the kiss, though he could hardly complain since he continued to press his kisses, his beard scratching against Athelstan's in a tantalizing sensation.
His eyes open more when the other lifts himself further away, his expression questioning but the question didn't make it out before he knew what exactly Ragnar was up to. He would have nearly laughed had he not moaned, his eyes shutting as his hips lifted instinctively back against his. ]
No one has ever looked at me the way you do. [ He whispers, meeting his gaze once more. ]