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[ Athelstan knows that it's probably a strain for Ragnar just now, as his fingers trace the shape of his cock. It's not particularly mean to be teasing but simply an exploration. His fingers finally wrap around him, an experimental stroke. He is comforted by the other's touch, his closeness and the knowledge that he's wanted. ]

Ragnar... [ He says quietly, shifting to look at him before leaning to kiss him again. He shifts closer, a few more strokes before his hand dropped away and then rested on Ragnar's hip. ]

I don't know how to... [ The words are whispered against Ragnar's lips but he wants him despite the nerves, the hesitance. ]