[Ragnar is mostly oblivious. He hums softly in response when Athelstan says his name, just a deep, almost lazy rumble in his chest. He's half expecting the monk to start asking him to speed up, his strokes still a slow, steady rhythm.
It isn't until Athelstan's body goes tense and he feels him come across their stomachs that he actually realizes. Athelstan's face is buried in his neck, so he completely misses the self-satisfied, lazy smile he bites back as he slows his movement, holding his cock a little firmer for the last few strokes and idly toying the pad of his thumb through lightly over the sensitive tip, through any cum left there.
He turned his head, pressing and then nuzzling his cheek into Athelstan's hair.]
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It isn't until Athelstan's body goes tense and he feels him come across their stomachs that he actually realizes. Athelstan's face is buried in his neck, so he completely misses the self-satisfied, lazy smile he bites back as he slows his movement, holding his cock a little firmer for the last few strokes and idly toying the pad of his thumb through lightly over the sensitive tip, through any cum left there.
He turned his head, pressing and then nuzzling his cheek into Athelstan's hair.]