[ Athelstan's eyes closed again, his attention so enraptured by everything that Ragnar is and did. There's a hint of a chuckle at the playful nudging, his head inclining to nudge back . The words...his mouth dipping to his ear and sending a shiver through him.
Mine. It's different. It was different than when he was Ragnar's because he was a slave. This time... that word felt like something Athelstan has chosen to be, it's what they both want. His hand slid to the back of Ragnar's head as the other bit into the soft skin of his neck pain and pleasure mixing indecently in a surge that had him arging into the other's hips to try and sate the aching. ]
I am yours, truly. [ He whispers and he knows that there's really no going back from that moment. He might not have whispered the words 'I love you' that live inside his heart but they're inscribed all over his body and his voice and in his eyes whenever he looks at Ragnar. ]
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Mine. It's different. It was different than when he was Ragnar's because he was a slave. This time... that word felt like something Athelstan has chosen to be, it's what they both want. His hand slid to the back of Ragnar's head as the other bit into the soft skin of his neck pain and pleasure mixing indecently in a surge that had him arging into the other's hips to try and sate the aching. ]
I am yours, truly. [ He whispers and he knows that there's really no going back from that moment. He might not have whispered the words 'I love you' that live inside his heart but they're inscribed all over his body and his voice and in his eyes whenever he looks at Ragnar. ]