[ Athelstan supposes that Ragnar is correct, though it is hard to think anymore. He bites his lip when Ragnar's teeth move over his jaw, only adding to the pleasure that's coming from his hand stroking. He'd wanted Ragnar for so long, loved him for so long. And now they're naked and Athelstan is breaking his vows again.
He moans again as their hips press together, feeling Ragnar's desire. The breath on his neck, the scratch of Ragnar's beard is like another hand on him, adding to the pleasure he's feeling, the building need for release.
He rocks against him, and there's not really a shred of control in it. He's lost in this moment, in the pleasure and in Ragnar. ]
Ragnar... [ It's too late when he realizes it's happening, that he's going to come far too soon, to the attentions of their hips, Ragnar's hand roughened by farm work and his axe, far more erotic than Judith's soft hands had been. And Athelstan, never pleasuring himself really so this emotionally charged lust had been probably unavoidable to this. When he comes, there's a quiet, stifled moan, his face buried against the other's strong shoulder and almost immediately the embarrassment would follow. ]
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He moans again as their hips press together, feeling Ragnar's desire. The breath on his neck, the scratch of Ragnar's beard is like another hand on him, adding to the pleasure he's feeling, the building need for release.
He rocks against him, and there's not really a shred of control in it. He's lost in this moment, in the pleasure and in Ragnar. ]
Ragnar... [ It's too late when he realizes it's happening, that he's going to come far too soon, to the attentions of their hips, Ragnar's hand roughened by farm work and his axe, far more erotic than Judith's soft hands had been. And Athelstan, never pleasuring himself really so this emotionally charged lust had been probably unavoidable to this. When he comes, there's a quiet, stifled moan, his face buried against the other's strong shoulder and almost immediately the embarrassment would follow. ]