[ It wouldn't even be the first time that Ragnar would see him without clothes or the first time he had seen Ragnar naked but his mouth is dry at the...well it almost feels like a command. His lips twitch into a small smile at the thought. He releases the hold he had on Ragnar's back, his other hand slipping away as he shifts to try and do as told.
He's still feeling the nerves, it takes concentration to keep himself from looking as jittery as he felt. Ragnar would have surely picked up on it immediately then. Perhaps, he shouldn't be afraid to tell Ragnar that he was nervous, that this was all overwhelming. It's not the guilt associated to perhaps God would hold this against him but something far more visceral that was drawing the anxiety up.
With Judith, nothing had mattered all that very much. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, he'd wanted to comfort her. With Ragnar? He wanted...wanted. He needed him and that is a sensation that's entirely new and yet so familiar to him.
The trepidation, the worries and nerves are all there as he pulls his pants off, leaving him naked and achingly aroused for Ragnar. His breathing is quick, as he looks over to the other man. This man he'd spent a lifetime loving and a life time denying. It almost felt like the world could end if he truly gave in. ]
Ragnar I... [ he starts but he doesn't know what to follow up with, his hands fisting into the blanket on the bed, though all he wants his to reach out and touch the other again. ]
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He's still feeling the nerves, it takes concentration to keep himself from looking as jittery as he felt. Ragnar would have surely picked up on it immediately then. Perhaps, he shouldn't be afraid to tell Ragnar that he was nervous, that this was all overwhelming. It's not the guilt associated to perhaps God would hold this against him but something far more visceral that was drawing the anxiety up.
With Judith, nothing had mattered all that very much. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, he'd wanted to comfort her. With Ragnar? He wanted...wanted. He needed him and that is a sensation that's entirely new and yet so familiar to him.
The trepidation, the worries and nerves are all there as he pulls his pants off, leaving him naked and achingly aroused for Ragnar. His breathing is quick, as he looks over to the other man. This man he'd spent a lifetime loving and a life time denying. It almost felt like the world could end if he truly gave in. ]
Ragnar I... [ he starts but he doesn't know what to follow up with, his hands fisting into the blanket on the bed, though all he wants his to reach out and touch the other again. ]