[Ragnar, for all his teasing and persistent flirting, was a very patient person, especially when he was taking steps, however tiny they might be, towards getting what he wanted. He was more than happy to lay back and let Athelstan set the pace, let him take his time and feel comfortable. For once, neither of them were going anywhere.
He dragged his thumb slowly over the scruff on Athelstan's face, following his jawline, the tips of his fingers just barely disappearing into his dark curls. He couldn't help but wonder about the things that Athelstan had experienced that he'd yet to know and see. Ivar had told him he'd found some way to leave and come back and, not for the first time, he considered pressing his son to tell him more about it.
His breath hitched audibly as Athelstan's fingers trailed lower, though he managed to fight the instinct to buck his hips into the light touch. His heart was hammering away violently in his chest despite how calm and content he felt, such a sharp contrast that made him wonder if he was just eager, or also a little nervous. Would one little mistake have his monk slipping irreversibly through his fingers?]
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He dragged his thumb slowly over the scruff on Athelstan's face, following his jawline, the tips of his fingers just barely disappearing into his dark curls. He couldn't help but wonder about the things that Athelstan had experienced that he'd yet to know and see. Ivar had told him he'd found some way to leave and come back and, not for the first time, he considered pressing his son to tell him more about it.
His breath hitched audibly as Athelstan's fingers trailed lower, though he managed to fight the instinct to buck his hips into the light touch. His heart was hammering away violently in his chest despite how calm and content he felt, such a sharp contrast that made him wonder if he was just eager, or also a little nervous. Would one little mistake have his monk slipping irreversibly through his fingers?]