[ The bruised skin is sensitive and his tongue sends another strange twist of pleasure and pain, oddly balanced. Athelstan likes the feeling far more than he likely should. He also likes knowing that it'd be hard to hide -- even if the same thought embarrasses him somewhat.
Athelstan's hand moves to grip at Ragnar's back as the other kisses him, returning it hungry and eager. He barely had time to think, after that, Ragnar's fingers roughened with years of weapon wielding and farm work, leave a burning trail on his skin.
His breath stuttered against the kiss when Ragnar worked the pants open, easily enough and then slipped under. He shifted slightly beneath him, his face flushing fully again even as they kissed. He was hard, undeniably so and for a moment there's a nervous panic rising in him. His fingertips digging in against his spine.
Instead of focusing on the panicked nerves, his free hand slips down, gripping Ragnar over his pants, a diversion perhaps while he tried to calm down the strange feeling from finally having the touch he's secretly lusted for. ]
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Athelstan's hand moves to grip at Ragnar's back as the other kisses him, returning it hungry and eager. He barely had time to think, after that, Ragnar's fingers roughened with years of weapon wielding and farm work, leave a burning trail on his skin.
His breath stuttered against the kiss when Ragnar worked the pants open, easily enough and then slipped under. He shifted slightly beneath him, his face flushing fully again even as they kissed. He was hard, undeniably so and for a moment there's a nervous panic rising in him. His fingertips digging in against his spine.
Instead of focusing on the panicked nerves, his free hand slips down, gripping Ragnar over his pants, a diversion perhaps while he tried to calm down the strange feeling from finally having the touch he's secretly lusted for. ]